I was sitting in his bedroom and he comes trotting in looking mildly distressed but not crying. He grunts "ah! ah! Mama!" at me, then holds his hand out to me and waits. Hmm. I stand up and.... take his hand, since that seems to be what he wants. He leads me all the way to the couch in the living room, where a toy of his had fallen behind the couch.
The calmness with which he solved his problem was astounding. I want that!
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