The other night, Steve and I went to check on Jack. He was making a bit of noise, so I hid for fear he was awake. Steve is braver than I am, and peered into his crib. "Awake?" I whispered. Steve shook his head and said, "Dreaming."
I took a closer look. Jack, in his sleep, was petting Roary's head and making tiny roaring noises.
It was just about the cutest thing ever.