Jason wakes at nine this particular morning yawning and smiling from the foot of our bed with his sleeping bag under him and pillow beside him and mutters " Its not dark out side no more," with an accent as if he has lived in "Jersey" for the two almost three years of his life.
I ask him " did you sleep well last night"? He always says yes, as if he has a knowledgeable night when he hasn't slept well. He lays there at the foot of the bed, for about five or ten minutes attentively watching the Today show with me. Then scurries into his bedroom to locate a diaper because the one he is wearing is overflowing and going to collapse off his tiny behind. He promptly comes back to me and plops down onto my bedroom floor trembling, unpleasantly cold from the saturated engrossed diaper. After putting the fresh, dry diaper on him he is roaring and ready to go, like a race driver in his racecar at the start line, beginning to take off.
We begin our day in his bedroom. He is eager and energized to get dressed this morning after I have informed him that we will go outside today and play. He asks me twice before I can even answer, " Can I take my bike outside with me?" "Can I take my bike outside with me?" I answer yes, and off he goes searching for his Tricycle, at the same time yelling loudly "Where's my dad" (He just started this recently, he use to call him Da Da) I tell him yet again that he is at work, and that he will be home later on and Jason constantly asks "Why?" and I explain to him that he goes to work to make money. Jason subsequently asks in an overjoyed tone, to get new cars for me? I tell him that money buys more than just new cars and that dad goes to work to buy things like food and clothes, too. He replies with a puzzled look on his face "oh." Leaving well enough alone I grab some breakfast foods; A si
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