This morning, as he lets me know on so many mornings, BSM did not want to put on his shirt. This morning, however, unlike so many other mornings, I had a real inspiration. I didn't just wait a minute for him to forget how much he didn't want to wear a shirt; I brought out the big guns. "Do you want to go to Dikla's?" I asked. "Keh!" nodded BSM with a huge smile. (We're working on it, we're working on it. But as of now the child still says כן instead of yes.) "Well then," I logicked mightily at him, "You need to put on a shirt. All of the children at Dikla's need to wear shirts." So he let me put on his shirt. I love that he's so happy where he is. I really, really do.
Other niceness today included visiting with Ema II (in person) and Ema, Abba, and The Caped Avenger (via Skype). Good stuff.
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