Tom-Tom has always been a little hesitant about me when I come to visit. Breaks my heart but I try not to take it personally. It usually takes my whole visit before he's semi comfortable with me.
Luckily, this trip he warmed up much quicker. At one point a few days before I went home, he and I were sitting beside each other on the couch watching TV. He reached his pudgy little hand over and patted me on the belly and said, "Good boy, Grumma."
It sure made my day!
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