Most mornings, Freddie wants to cuckle on the couch at some point. I'll be sprawled out, and he'll come over and say, "Cuckle?" and I'll lift him over me, so he can snuggle down between the cushion and his mama. Today, though, I was on the couch as usual, but Freddie was sitting in his daddy's chair. When I said, "Do you want to cuckle?" he got up, got Pooh, and walked back to Jeremy's chair where he piled up with his big, stuffed buddy.
This is probably good preparation for the future.
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