My son's doctor's appointments B"H went well. Afterward we did a bit of shopping. We went to the bakery and he picked two different cookies and I bought him a new blue velvet kippah that matches much of his summer clothing.
My son, who didn't start talking until a year ago when he was three, spent the afternoon making up songs and singing them to me. In the cab he sang "I can't hear the air conditioner, but it makes noise." (translated from the Hebrew) Waiting for the bus to go home he sang, "I think it is coming, we are going home." He sang off and on the whole time in between. His singing voice is so sweet.
It was much better for the spirit than even home made pizza.
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