Naughty Bird hid from the nurse again today. Then as soon as she found him, and before she could start counting, he bolted. Three times.
So my Turkish friend was half right. Bird may not be a girl, but Bird is naughty.
He finally settled down a little bit. Gave us a heart rate. And now? We are sitting on the couch with his dad, and Bird is doing a little tap dance just below my belly button.
I like to think that means he is happy.