Tonight I got home to find my son, Cliffy in an awfully playful mood. He climbed aboard a toy that I normally bend over and push all over the house. Due to a recent back injury, I had to pass on the game. Instead, I decided to grab my tow rope from my gear bag and got to work in the street.
After pulling him around a bit, we headed into the house for dinner. We normally let him feed himself as you can see by the mess on his face. We spend a lot of time reading and talking to him at the dinner table, and this evening wasn’t different. He sat there practicing animal sounds and gestures.
