So calm that playing with your aminals might even lull you into a peaceful slumber right on the family room floor.
I know that just a couple of weeks ago I was mourning the loss of two-year-old Ben, but I must admit that his three-year-old replacement is beyond charming. Three-year-old Ben has stolen my heart. He is even more talkative, has started playing with toys for hours, and seems to handle his afternoons without naps with more resilience.
Except for those afternoons that just call for a little shut-eye. Those are nice, too.