A cute moment with Cyrus
Cyrus has been getting more attached to me since his mother left. Last night he cried when I started to go upstairs, so I came back down while we watched a movie with the family.
It was a big action scene with lots of chases, shoot outs and narrow escapes. When it was over and the last bad guy was defeated, the hero breathed a sigh of relief.
Cyrus, who had been curled up in a tense little ball on my lap cuddling me and watching with rapt attention, said in a quiet small voice, “Wow.”
It was pretty cute.