I beg to differ. I say the best part was the next morning when he woke up, made his way part way to the dining room where we were eating breakfast tacos, stared at us for a second and then fell clean backwards onto the couch. Then when he eventually made it to the table, he very, very carefully reached over and grabbed a taco. When egg would fall out, he would move very very slowly toward it with his hand, as if he were afraid of scaring it away, and then slowly pinch it like a delicate bug and slowly put it into his mouth.![]()