Holding him in her arms, she quietly laid him down in the crib, tucking him under a thick soft baby blanket and kissing him in the same magical spot below his eye and above his cheek that made him feel like her special little sweetheart. “Sweet dreams, pequeño. We love you so very much.”
As the sun was passing midday, James stirred from his infantile slumber from a combination of the warm sun peering through the blinds onto his face and from the warm sensation of a freshly wet diaper. Now that he had accepted and decided to be Mayra’s baby boy, his body had unconsciously let go of every big boy responsibility he ever had, and that included his potty training.