Uncle Jonathan is strange. Everyone agrees, saying it is a good strange, but strange nonetheless. At first, he was afraid of me, not wanting to be close at all. Then he was just annoyed by my crying, but how else am I going to communicate? I’m a baby!
Then he started to interact with me. He played dadblob’s game of poking parts of my face that make noise. He’s say hello, and occasionally wave.
Then on the last day, hours before they left to go home, he gathered courage and asked to hold me.
It was awesome!
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