Monday, January 27, 2014

Somebody is Sick

One is sick.  One is not.


While we were at the pharmacy getting Nels his meds I let him pick out one of the cars he always admires there that I never let him get.  They seem expensive for a healthy kid.  He picked out an ice cream truck and he has been hugging that thing ever since.

What is weird is when he answers my questions, he whispers very quietly.  When he demands something from me, he yells and cries.  When he talks to the TV, he does so in a normal voice.  I guess he is manipulating me?

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