Today, after breakfast, Henry got to feel Cocks kicking and punching. I don't think that he really felt it before, although he did claim to a couple of times. Those times, he was probably just tired of standing there and wanted to move on to do more important things. Searching for bug carcasses on the windowsills comes to mind.
This morning, Henry and Cory put their hands on either side of my belly, and Cocks responded with a chorus of kicks and fist bumps. Henry froze for a second, his eyes wide, and gave us a huge smile. He certainly did feel it this time. If anyone asks, he is quick to respond that, "They are not bad kicks. They're good kicks!"
We'll see how he feels about brotherly kicks in a couple of years.
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