When someone suddenly leaves your life, and a new person suddenly enters it, I think it may be normal to see traits in the new person that the departed left behind. Maybe it is a way of cushioning the blow of the loss. Maybe it's wishful thinking. Maybe it's my imagination. Maybe I'm crazy.
When Reid is stuck somewhere he doesn't want to be (like his carseat), he lets out what I call his "Boy Are You Mad!" cry. Which, to me, sounds exactly like my dear, sassy, pissed-off cat Maggie (1999-2009) when she would accidentally get locked out of the house or in our roll-top desk.
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