As we left a birthday party last weekend, Dash totally pre-empted my reminder to say “Thank you” by spontaneously thanking his friend’s mom.
Yesterday I asked him to bring the washing in off the line, and he went and did it. Just like that.
He wrote a long list of the food he wanted for his birthday party, but when I brought his desires down to earth by telling him what I was planning and how it wouldn’t be quite the three-cake extravaganza that had been his opening gambit, he said “Okay.”
He’s also planning on baking his own birthday cake.
He got 100% in his spelling test today. Spelling’s hard when you have dyslexia, because nothing “looks right” on the page.
He goes to poetry club and plays baseball. He’s a Renaissance boy, y’know.
You’ve come a long way, Baby.