Independence

Posted on 23rd January 2012 in Fun with my son
the waiting man

I wish they would hurry up and open

With the snow on the ground, all he wanted to do was walk and crush big pieces of snow. We arrived to get some breakfast at Tony Boys. As usual the waitresses were gawking over him. He sat and watched Day of the Diesels on my phone while the sandwich was cooking. After getting off the train in town, I let him lead the way and he headed straight for Burlington Coat Factory, but they were closed.  We walked around the Gallery for a little bit, but I could sense that something was amiss.  I asked him what’s wrong; he said “the store is not open”. He was referring to Burlington Coat Factory. I don’t know what it is about this store but he loves it. I said “well buddy the store does not open for another 45 mins. HE just stopped walking, shoulders got slack and he dropped to the ground. The same thing he does when I tell him that it’s time to go. We rode the elevators, which did not cheer him up.  Finally the doors opened and then he started to smile again! Around the store we went. There was a bathrobe with skull and crossbones on it. Hey buddy this would look good on you! He said that’s for you! (That’s my boy!)

On the train ride, he went to sleep (more late night activity). When we arrived at my brothers, I got him out of his snow suit laid him down and went to go get his lunch. When I got back, he was up and plating with his game. My brother said he got up said hi to everyone went in my bag and pulled out his game. He was playing get the letters with Mater. He was having a little trouble moving him around the board. I said “need some help?  No he said. Do you want to figure it out on your own?  Yes he said. Do you like figuring out to do thing on your own I asked him. He said YES! Independence is what it about. HE shook his head up and down. After lunch we watched football, played horse. And then it was time to go. Once again body goes limp, drop to the floor.

 

 

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