I reflect back to him: "You were sad I was gone. You're telling me you were crying."
Some nights, however, he's too tired to bother with the actual crying part. On those nights, he'll lie quietly while I'm gone, and when I get back, he'll still announce, "Crying. Me crying."
I still say my part, too: "You were sad I was gone. You're telling me you were crying."
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