His balloon floated up to the ceiling, too far for him to reach, but not too far for Daddy's Go-Go-Gadget Arms.
I prompted him with some signs, but Tucker put this broken sentence together:
"Daddy, more balloon, please."
You can bet Robb jumped at the chance to get it for him.
This journey continues to be very, very hard most days, but then Tucker gives me a little nugget like this one. I'll hold on to that for a while.