The Gift Of...Huh?

Often, Theo brings me random things. This morning he woke up, walked in to the living room and handed me my hair clip (which I undoubtedly left on the floor somewhere). When he was younger (oh god, can I say that already??) he would bring me toilet paper one square at a time, making many trips back and forth. These days, his deliveries have meaning. For instance, he brings me a book when he wants to read it and a shoe when he wants to go out. I guess this morning he was telling me my hair was a mess and needed to be put up.