Weston proved that he is capable of understanding far more than he can express and that he can make plans of his own. I was about to take a shower and he came running to close the door because as far as he is concerned, open doors are an abomination.
McMoose: Leave the door open, Weston. I want to be able to talk to Mama.
Weston: out, out, out, out, out. *comes into the bathroom and tugs me out, then proceeds to close the door behind us.*
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