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So, this picture is not the best demonstration of it, but Milo has begun smiling, and when he does so for real (as he did both before and after I took this shot), it is a joy to behold. There's nothing like this kid's toothless grin to make me laugh out loud, and luckily, it's a not-so-vicious circle, because when I laugh and tickle him more and make some sort of goofy rhyming song or waggle his arms and legs around, it makes him smile more. Which is a relief. Because it sort of seemed to me as of a couple of weeks ago that he might just be a fussy, sleepless kid who farted a lot, and I would've hated for that to be his personality -- for him to be, like, that kid in his first grade class. The fussy, farting kid. We all had one of those, didn't we? Mine was a kid named Andrew Weiss who used to bring live cicadas to school in a shoebox and the librarian would have to roll her eyes and tell him that was not kosher and who I once had to pair up with in a square-dancing unit in gym class. Not good. Not one bit good. As it turns out, I am pretty sure Milo's not going to be that kid. Whew.
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