They'll never meet in this life, but Grandpa Johnson would be proud.
Despite the overt manliness that crops up repeatedly in daily life, Tadhg tends towards tentativeness (and sometimes downright fear) with living creatures whose dispositions are unknown. Worms. Bees. Spiders. Cats (ours only sometimes excepted). Dogs. COYOTES.
Pippin, on the other hand, seems to gravitate toward them so far. He loves our cat, Munchkin. Tadhg was eating breakfast this morning while Pippin played on the floor below. Munchkin suddenly appeared and laid down near Pip. Pip, ever wanting to interact with Munchkin, scooted right over, hands outstretched.
Tadhg shook his head soberly at me, concerned.
"Cat. Eat Pip. Not safe."
Alright, Little Gary. Alright.
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