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06:00 am: or... story construction
Most nights, Teddy doesn't want to hear Good Night, Moon

Instead it's "read about Skarloey, Mama."


But I make him work for it. "Is it day or night?"

"Or... day."

"Is it sunny, rainy, cloudy, snowy, or gray?"

"Or... rainy."

"Is Skarloey happy, sad, angry, or worried?"

"Or... angry."

"Where is Skarloey? At the repair yard? At Brendam Docks? At Tidmouth Sheds? At the Castle? Or at the beach?"

"Or... repair yard."

"Is he Skarloey by himself, or is someone else there?"

"Or... Percy."

And I make up the story from there. Oddly enough, Teddy doesn't seem to have any particular preferences, except a slight preference for day over night and a lack of interest in the Castle (perhaps because I can't remember the name of the castle).

I keep to a limit of three stories per night. He never wants any of the same elements -- trains, places, weather, time of day, activity, mood, anything. He wants them all different.

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I don't know how much internet access I'll have over the next week, so here are a couple more thoughts...

We had a fantastic time at the party last Sunday. Teddy took an hour or so to warm up to other people, as usual. He loved all the toys and watching the other kids (if not always interacting with them). When it was time to leave, I said "one last toy, Teddy." He's quite familiar with the concept "last," because he has "last nur" and "last bite" every day.

"OK-ay." He ran off, as I expected, to play in one of the cars (you press the "gas" pedal, and off they go! what fun!). When he got out, I said "time to go, Teddy!"

"NO! Last ball!" He protested. Knowing that "last sandbox" and "last slide" would be next up, Mean Mama dragged him off for his nap.

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Teddy likes to wear my socks. They're very soft, if slippery. He wears them pulled all the way up, so they stretch over his knees.

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"I'm not stinky boy! I'm Teddy!"

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