28 June 2012
Unfortunately, I was laughing at Patrick as he walked into a door. It had a glass pane that went floor to ceiling. He got one hand on the door and pushed, just as you would at a store (in this case a museum). Then, his head followed his hands ... little feet pushing him along.
As he pulled back and his tiny hand went to his mouth, I started to laugh. He looked at me with the beginnings of crocodile tears in his eyes (yes, I was ready to pull him to me if the tears started to flow). Then, ... he laughed with his Papa.
I'm pretty sure he has no idea what was so funny, but it was awesome to see him trusting me enough to let go of the pain to laugh along with me.