Actions Speak Louder Than Words

As I ate dinner tonight, G played quietly in the living room. Soon he was pushing on my leg, pulling on my shorts, and trying to push me off my seat. So I fell for it and stood up. He tries pulling on my shorts some more in the direction he wants me to move. I take a step. He gets behind me and pushes me from the back, pushes hard. So I walk, grinning from ear to ear at his way of getting me to do what he wants. When we get to his toys, he points at a container that holds some of his building toys. One latch he was able to open but not the other. After I open it for him, he looks at me, smiles, and continues to play. And I think to myself, could he get any cuter? It couldn't be possible.