So here we were, taking it easy, watching Marlo’s cues, and feeling really lucky that at about four months of age she had basically moved into her own room and given us our king-sized bed back. Where Jon can gaze longingly from four feet across the mattress, and I can go YOU SEE THAT LINE? [...]
The command: Sit. Look at me. Chuck: Can’t be bothered. Coco: CONCENTRATE. TREE! ROCK! LEAF! BLADE OF GRASS! CONCENTRATE CONCENTRATE CONCENTRATE. AIR!