I went upstairs and took care of a few things in my room and then 29 minutes later I came down to see Kevin, just as I left him. I began a count down. “Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One.” and then I jumped on the couch next to him and began tickling him. I suspected he was ticklish from the times I had changed him and, boy, I was right. I couldn’t go crazy, because of his injuries, but I had him laughing and wiping tears away from his face in about half a minute.
“Done with the moping?” I asked.
“Yeah…thanks.” He said after he caught his breath. “So what now?” he asked.
“Well,…hmm…let me think we could play a game.”
“Call of Duty?”
“We did that the other day. I feel like something less violent.”
“Clue? It’s about a murder, but you know.”