We arrived during lunch. The girl, the boy and the uncle (my "little" brother, Chris). He was rushing to finish lunch so he could watch the game. Brent decided we needed to go at 1:00. I know why he wanted us to go. He wanted to try and skip his therapy, I just know he did. But I know they will find him. It isn't hard. Just look in front of the big screen or his room t.v.
Chris came into town yesterday. We picked the kids up from school after trying to figure out where in the heck the boy had gone. He has a case of girlfrienitis. It is pretty severe. Hopefully, the experts will find a cure for this one day. Off to rehab we went, once the boy was found of course!!
It was after 3:00, so he had just finished his last therapy for the day. Brent was glad to see Chris. Brent has developed a habit of assigning seats to visitors when we are in the dining room. He pulls the chair over and points to who is supposed to sit there. He doesn't do it all the time, but when there is more than one, he does.
He was trying to talk more yesterday!! He blurted out, "happy". Then he told me, "I am (mumble mumble) your brother is here." We guessed the happy was supposed to be part of this sentence. Names are still difficult for him, but he did say "the girl". Sounded more like he was from Brooklyn, but we will take it!!
This is going to be the Reader's Digest condensed version as the second round of thunder, lightning and rain has started and if power goes--then I am sunk!!
Leslie, the girl and the boy
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