Everyday, I fluff the pillows on our sofa probably 25 times- they just look so terrible and smushed and need a style fix.
Tonight, we got home and sweet little Vake fluffed the pillows for me, again and again- trying to get the appropriate fluffy look.
Sweet little boy.
And I don't know if I've had a chance to tell you about his latest "joke"- he thinks it is hilarious- we warn him when food is hot and now he will blow on food that he knows is cold, say "hot" and laugh hysterically.
I know, I just reread that paragraph and realize that perhaps I am the only person in the world who gets his joke.
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