Little Sick Guy

My guy is running a temp today.

He just wants to sleep and it is already noon.

Last night I hauled out my copy of "It Takes Two To Talk."

The book said to lean forward silently and watch your child until they start to communicate with you.

So I put down the newspaper and watched him play.

He caught my eye and showed me his helicoptor. Then I took a turn with it.

Then he had me pretend to make it fly and crash repeatedly.

When he said, "Again," I reminded him to look at me, not the helicoptor.

I need to do these kind of things more. Hopefully my poor guy feels better soon.