Yesterday being perhaps my worst day as a parent so far, felt like weeks ago this morning. My happy, silly boy went to Fossil Beach, where we found a few patches of leftover ice (“This ice looks like Georgia!”), climbed over tree trunks and rocks, and in general just decompressed. We also drove over to the Yorktown Victory monument where he read me the sign, and fruitlessly attempted to scale the monument itself.
Later, he went to his social skills LEGO group and, according to the therapists, had the best group he’s ever had. He even did make up homework.
I have no idea.