When we go out, Westley is generally content to be held by someone and look around quietly with giant eyes. I'm always prepared to make a bee-line for the exit if he starts to sound more than just a little bit miserable, but I've only had to do so a couple times. He is, as almost everyone who meets him remarks, a good baby.Sometimes I think Westley is just very, very happy to be here. Like he made up his mind and came to Earth on purpose to do something really interesting. And maybe he knows what that something is, but he's not telling...yet. So he's not so much good as he is sly.
In any case, I wish I could take some credit for his demeanor. My mom claims that I can--that Westley is the way he is because his needs are being met promptly--but it's clear to me that his easygoing approach to our out-of-the-house adventures is something all his own. He came with it. All I can do is appreciate this gift from the Universe, and wonder what my good baby could possibly be thinking about behind his peaceful, wise-owl expression.
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