My friend Anna, her sister Christina, and her daughter Neva, who’s just over a year old, came to visit this afternoon. They’d brought some toys with them including one that was a bit like a marble run – but instead of marbles, small cars careered down the chutes.
Every time Neva set them going I found it over-exciting, and flapped my hands uncontrollably. Neva clearly found this very funny and grinning broadly she copied my movements.
I always really appreciate this immediate, spontaneous enjoyment of my tics.