My mom wanted me to watch my baby nephew for a few minutes. He turns one this month. So he was in my room and he sneezed (I'm a germaphobe), so I took him back to my mother and when I laid him down, he started to whine and nearly cry. I stood him up on the bed and began playing with his arms and he smiled. I then gave him to my mother, whom he was smiling at, and attempted to make my way out before he could noticed. As soon as I reach the door, he starts whining for me again, so I stood him up on the bed, and he looked at me with his arms reached out. He loves being around me, and that made me happy.
