Mags: "TUCK! COME HERE! Look at what is on the front door!"
Tuck and Mags: reading silently, followed by boisterous laughter
Then, without warning, Tuck turned and ran back up the stairs. I didn't know what was happening. Was he upset? Going to the bathroom from laughing so hard? Forget to change his underwear?
Me: "Tuck, what's the matter? You okay?"
Tuck: (from his room) YEAH! I just have to clean up my Legos, like Hurricane said to do."
Me: fist pump
Cute puppy for the win!
