Joe did Adin's bedtime routine tonight. They sang a bunch of songs and then Adin said, "Now let's sleep." Joe reached up his hand to put it between slats of crib. Adin squeezed his fingers for a bit and then twisted his hand back and forth a few times, and said, "Papa, you're my wrench." Joe said, "Adin, you're so sweet. You're my boy." Adin replied, "You're my grownup."
Now he's singing in his crib, "The Lord is good to meeee," over and over.