There is a big antique mirror, that was my Grandma Hazel's, hanging in Tristan's room. When I exit his room, I always stop at the mirror to get Tristan interested. For a long time, he just didn't care one bit about the mirror. Then, he started looking around in the mirror... and found me!
Today, he finally found himself! It was SO funny. I couldn't stop laughing...
He just stared at himself. Then I asked him if he was going to smile at himself. After that, he just smiled and laughed and talked to himself!
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