Rachel's latest sweet habit: When Drew sings to her at night, she lifts up her head, says a soft and sleepy "yay!" then snuggles back into his chest for the next song.
"She never does that with me," I said wistfully last night.
Then I comforted myself with the thought that Drew, bless him, can't carry a tune for more than a few bars. She's probably applauding his effort rather than his skill.
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