He’s quiet. He goes about his day in quiet ways, (although his quiet ways usually involve a screaming sibling!) and I find myself yelling for him in the house only to realize he’s in the next room and has been there for a while. Sunday afternoon I hadn’t seen or heard from him in a while and as I walked through the room to get Briggs up from his nap, I found him laying on the bench in the dining room quietly reading the Friend magazine. I’ll take this over teasing his siblings!
