[T]he other night, during dinner, Ramsey and I were talking excitedly and high-fived each other across the table in front of Rhys. Rams turned to Rhys and said “High five, Rhys!” Without delay, Rhys promptly slapped his dad’s open hand. His first high-five. We were so surprised at his quick response that we started laughing uncontrollably. Rhys found this hysterical and giggled right along with us. I can tell he’s delighted to understand what we asked and to be able to respond. The high-fives continued for several minutes. When you start high-fiving because someone high-fived… Well, let’s just say it’s difficult to determine how to end such a run.
