We had a little role reversal at 6 a.m. this morning while Nat, Gavin and I were snuggling in bed. Natalie’s made him laugh with all of her antics since the first day he could chuckle. But today, for the first time that I’ve noticed, Gavin was the one purposely doing little stints to get Natalie to laugh.
Gavin, in the middle, pushes up from lying on his tummy and spits out his paci in a respectable arch onto my pillow. Natalie cracks up and he smiles. He puts the paci back in and repeats the trick.
Spit. Laugh. Spit. Laugh.
Finally, Gavin puts his paci back in and turns to his still-laughing sister.
“More?” he asks.
“Yeah!” she cheers.
And the game continues.
At one point, he takes out his paci, holds it and says “Goopy, Gama.”
“No,” said Natalie with a stern look.
“What did he say?” I asked, amazed she understood.
“Goopy, Gama,” she says.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“He wants to throw it,” she says, seriously.
And he chucks the paci onto the headboard of our bed.
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