This morning my little mischievous guy was back. He slept all night and he seemed to be feeling better. He was still snotty but he was very full of himself and trying to do several things he hasn’t done in a week or so. Like when we went outside to wait for the bus he tried to climb the telephone pole. When he saw the bus turn the corner he started jumping up and down and once the bus stopped he took off running to get on it. I had to hold him back he was so excited. He has no fear so he doesn’t understand the ramifications of running out in the street or near a moving vehicle. I love that he enjoys school and it makes me even more thankful for all of the support he has. When he came home from school he was talkative the minute he got off the bus. He first said he needed to go to the dentist and then he had to cover all my clothing choices and the choices of who he saw throughout the day. Once that was clarified he went on to talk about his tooth more and why he needed to go to the dentist. “My tooth my tooth under the pillow,” he said as he was wiggling a not-very-loose tooth. He is super sensitive and I’m sure it is bothering him. He has never talked about putting a tooth under his pillow but he is now talking about taking his tooth to bed. I tried to explain that it was still in his mouth and the dentist wouldn’t pull it out but he wants it under his pillow for coins for his treasure chest and he was really hoping I would change my mind about taking him to the dentist. I told him he would be going again soon and we would have her look at it. He told me to eat an elephant and I wouldn’t be hungry. I wondered if the tooth fairy told him to say this or if it was something he heard on a video. We stood in the kitchen laughing and singing our octopus song. He’s doing excellent with the hand motions so I sang another song and worked on different hand motions with him. His words continued. He asked me for a hamburger for dinner. I cooked him one and then he realized quickly that this was different than the ones he gets when we are out. He ate some of it but I know it was different than what he was expecting. He was watching a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse episode and they told the joke about the play on words with seven ate night. I tried to explain to Owen why this was funny. I wrote out the words for each of the numbers with the spellings of eight and ate. I told him the meaning of each and why it was a joke. I’m not sure that he understood it but he said, “yum yum” and off he ran. He went to his treasure chest and told me he wants a turkey hat for thanksgiving and that Santa is coming for Christmas but he doesn’t need a hat. I said, Halloween is first do you need a pumpkin hat? He said, “no jack o lantern.” So there you have it. I guess he needs new hats from Santa the Pirate. I’m thankful for that gleam in his eyes again. Hopefully another great night of sleep and he will be on the mend again tomorrow. His laughter wakes up my soul with delight. Let the light from the sun brighten your spirit and give you joy in your heart. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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