Little Bear at therapy: Plays with puzzles for 30 minutes and says “Quack” to the duck, despite much pushing from his therapist to do more.
Little Bear at 1AM last night: Points to cat and says, “Two… cent. Two… cent!” (The cat’s name is 2%). He follow this up with, “Leche, gracias.” And now he’s sitting in the play area barking at the dog in his puzzle, mooing at the cow, and saying the letters. But never with his therapist. She must think we’re the worst parents ever.