Once in a while when Christopher was an infant he would start crying. I would have no idea way. He already ate, had a clean diaper, no pins sticking him, (yes, I had a good friend give me cloth diaper service for a year. What a blessing!)
Then Grandpa came home. Here's comes the third degree lol. Did he eat? Is his diaper dirty? Is something pinching him? No Grandpa I checked all those things and more, no fever either. Grandpa would take him in his arms and go into the livingroom.
There he would walk Christopher around and around the coffee table whispering to him. "You know what this is? This is our special room. This is where we can tell each other secrets that will just be kept in this room. If something is making you cry this is where you can tell me" Christopher always stopped crying. Sometimes I think he would cry just to have the special time with Grandpa.
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