Zack sat at a computer at the library last night, playing a game with a headset. I told him I was going find a comfy spot to read, around the corner, and HE SPOKE IN ALL CAPS, REASSURING ME THAT HE DOESN'T MIND, HE JUST LIKES TO KNOW WHERE I AM. (Headset, remember?)
He spoke to the computer screen frequently, prompting me to come over and remind him to use a quiet voice when he is acting like a loon. I settled back in my chair and heard his unbridled laughter. I started to get up again and paused.
Zack didn't talk until he was 3. 'Mama' took months of speech therapy; his early childhood was riddled with special education and doctor's appointments. He had a rough start.
I looked at him last night and sighed. He is a sweet, funny, healthy kid now.
With no volume control.
I am so lucky.
Zack's first day of preschool. He rode the bus at 3 like a big kid, and then crashed out until the next morning.