One of those mornings when Gideon didn't want to do anything. Didn't want to get dressed. Didn't want to sit on the potty. Didn't want breakfast. Didn't want to kiss mommy. Didn't want to go to camp.
Finally I came up with something that he wanted to do.
Do you want to get locked in a box?
Yes, he most certainly wanted to get locked in a box. So I helped him get ready to be locked in a box. I helped him get dressed and served him breakfast so he could be locked in a box cause there's no food when you're locked in a box.
I drove him to speech camp, where they would lock him in a box if he asked to be locked in a box, but he had to be sure to ask.
Thank God he can't talk.