I am taking my time watching Josh on the other end of the couch. His eyes are transfixed on the television screen. He got super excited when some crime show came on and he’s been trying to figure out who the murderer is from the minute it started. It’s amusing to watch him collect clues and complain about the sloppy police work on screen.
He groans at something the detective of the show says and slaps my legs which rest in his lap.
“It’s not my fault he’s a crappy detective!” I complain and kick him playfully. He turns his attention to me, curling his hands around my calves.
“Did you just kick me?” he asks playfully.
“You deserved it!”
“Did not!” he says pretending to be offended. He tugs on my legs, pulling me out of my sitting position. I laugh as he crawls over me, hi
