She thought about it, with her head against my shoulder.
"Because you were proud," she said. "I didn't want you to stop being proud."
I held on to her. I didn't say anything for a while. Then I said, "Juni, I'm proud of you for pushing that box across the table. That's the proudest I've ever been."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Prouder than my A1C?"
"Way prouder than your A1C."
She considered that, and then she nodded, satisfied, and slid down off my lap. "Put it on his line," she said. "Not mine. Tavish can do it, right? You can just switch it?"
"I don't know. I'll figure it out."
"And get him a case that's not pink."
"I'll figure it out, Juni."
"Okay." She went to the stairs. On the bottom step she turned around, just like her brother had. "Mom? He sits on my floor. After. Till I'm in the gray. Even when it takes an hour. He never goes back to bed till I'm in the gray."