Poor thing. The Boy went to bed over an hour and a half ago. He somehow convinced The Wife that it would be ok to bring his small fire truck and tiny new tractor to bed with him. But until just moments ago he was playing with them both - in the dark, mind you - and having a running conversation with them. When TW went in to remove the inhibitors of sleep there was protesting and crying. But, as I say, that was moments ago and he is now fully asleep.
Earlier today I had another chiropractor appointment. I can't recall if I mentioned it here, but for the longest time Mozart could not pronounce "chiropractor". Instead he said "Fire Tractor". Well, he's moved beyond that and now comes much closer to saying it, though you might be confused if you didn't have the context. He now also knows that the chiropractor is a doctor and fixes things, namely Mama, and knows his name so that he can properly address him as Dr. Chiro, as well as the Secretary's name. He also gathered that Dr. Chiro recently got a concussion from overhearing the secretary and I talking, so when Dr. Chiro came into the room, Mozart pipes up, "Hi Dr. Chiro. Gotta bump on da head. Car did it. All better now?"
Can I just say how proud I am of this kid in times like this?! Dr. Chiro said he has better conversations with Mozart than he does with his 11 year old nephew. Proud Mama over here.
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