I was cuddling a teary eyed and upset Sam in his bed this evening and trying to get him to settle down. Bill popped his head around the door to say goodnight to his son and to see how we were doing. After reinforcing that it was bedtime, he left the room telling Sam how much he loved him. Sam looked up from my shoulder, right at Daddy, and echoed “love you!” back. That’s the first time we’ve heard him say that. Daddy was happily pleased.