It's 5:30 am.
My child is laying in front of the fridge and protesting because she wants more pancakes. She is saying "cry cry cry." Then she says "PANCAKES!"
I am ignoring her, because she had a pancake, and has refused every alternative including yogurt, cheese, cereal, squash, squeezie and even chicken.
I heard that yesterday, Ellie got off the bus and informed Ms. Kelly (her longtime caregiver), "I shark!"
(Check out this video of Ellie.)
I thought I'd write more about Down syndrome this month. But honestly, the big laughs in my life in the last few days have very, very little to do with Down syndrome, and very much to do with the God-given personality of a certain spunky individual.