After we dress and head back downstairs, Fox sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap where I belong, and Bellamy hands me my phone, which was in my jacket when I dropped it to the floor. It shines like he cleaned it and smells like disinfectant. Happiness suffuses me, and I smile brilliantly at him, wiggling as I get back my ability to make the words. Thank you for cleaning my phone, kiddo! You’re so smart. Positive reinforcement works wonders according to some of the parenting sites I’ve visited while Bellamy was looking. He needs to know that I take my responsibility as his parent
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