Tonight you were sitting on my lap as I attempted to give you a breathing treatment. Across the room was your Daddy and brother sitting on the couch playing peek-a-boo with a big blanket. You were squirming around and I thought it was to get me to stop the breathing treatment. Which I did. And you still squirmed to get out of my lap. I put you on the floor and you crawled straight to your Daddy and reached for him to pick you up so you could play. You were all smiles from there.