FRIDAY, JUNE 27, 2008 (1)
One of those mornings when Gideon didn't want to do anything. Didn't want to get dressed. Didn't want to sit on the potty. Didn't want breakfast. Didn't want to kiss mommy. Didn't want to go to camp.
Finally I came up with something that he wanted to do.
Do you want to get locked in a box? (2)(3)
Yes, he most certainly wanted to get locked in a box. So I helped him get ready to be locked in a box. I helped him get dressed and served him breakfast so he could be locked in a box cause there's no food when you're locked in a box.
I drove him to speech camp, where they would lock him in a box if he asked to be locked in a box, but he had to be sure to ask.
Thank God he can't talk. (4)
(1) I double-checked with G and he's AOK with my reposting these old posts about him as long as I make it clear that these are old posts, not current ones. So note the date, people!
(2) Not sure how that one popped into my head, "locked in a box" must have been floating around in my subconscious for a while.
(3) I would never lock G in a box. I don't have one big enough.
(4) G can and does talk now. A lot. Like so very much. Like he has to make up for early years of lost talking time. And then all the other lost years of all the other speech-delayed children of the world.