Heather and I have a game we play ith Malry every night when we put him to bed. His mattress is on the floor to allow hime to get out of bed when he wants. It also makes it easier for us to get him in the bed.
The game we play consists of me holding Malry by his hands and Heather holding him by his feet. As we hold his hands and feet we count to three. While counting we sway back and forth towards the bed and on threee we lift him up and set him on the bed. Malry gets and jolt out of it and laughs most of the time. Tonight I stalled out on two for some reason and didn't lift. Just as I should have been saying three, Malry tensed up and kind of grunted. When he did this I looked at him in amazement and said " Oh my god, he can count"! I immediately realized this was more than likely not the case. I asked Heather if she had pulled on him when I missed three. She said she had. He had tensed up because she had pulled on his legs. It took just a couple of second to realize how ridiculous the notion was. That couple of seconds were some of the most joyous seconds of my life. It was like 100 Christmas mornings wrapped up together and lived in one brief moment. It was splendid.
