Then it occurred to me . . . they are always doing something to him. Like this:
Or this, which occurred when someone (who was older and taller, for heaven's sake) was supposed to be vacuuming.
Then sometimes, he gets himself into predicaments all on his own. Like dumping all of the neatly folded piles of laundry on the floor and then lying down in them.
Or deciding that he's really DONE with his breakfast.
I suppose he'll survive, in spite of it all. Maybe even be more easy going and fun because of it.
Even if they have decided he's too big to be "Baby Boy", anymore. Now they are calling him "Little Dude."
I wonder how much therapy will cost us?