Jack’s influence on Peter is quite clear. Jack was always the leaper and tumbler, the one who climbs up the playground ladder even though a rung is missing, and then slides down the pole before we can get there to spot him. Peter has, up to now, been the cautious one. That’s starting to change.
Today, Peter climbs onto the ottoman. “Watch,” he says, smiling. He crouches… teeters forward and chickens out a sec… teeters backward and almost falls on his butt… regains his balance and crouches again… oh shit, is he going to do it…. and a LEAP! And a total face plant! He hits his knees, then falls to his elbows, face down.
He pauses a beat or two… then he looks up at me and smiles. “I okay!” And climbs back onto the ottoman to do it again. And again.