A benefit of the big boy bed is that I can lie down near Andrew to "do the pat pat pats," as he calls it. I pat and rub his back, and, when he chooses not to smack my arm away with a stinging slap for his own amusement, he often pats and rubs my back, too. This morning as we were having a very snuggly mutual pat fest, I remembered that Rosario, one of his teachers from Nursery 1, the room for the youngest babies, told me he used to pat her arm as she was patting him to sleep.
My sweet little pitter patter.
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