Bow takes my pinkie and he spells out what he wants.
What he wants is often predictable, like asking for his blanket.
He wants his blanket so he can take a nap. No major headlines here. Just routine.
At other times, we go outside, where very unexpected things can happen. For instance, this morning there was a tiny bird inside the outer pen. I do not know how it managed to get in there.
|Bow interacting with the bird|
I'm sorry. I didn't get any pictures of that part. I was just too worried about the bird. Bow had it held, scrunched up in the palm of his hand, and the little bird's chest was heaving so fast, I was afraid it was going to have a heart attack.
"Bow, let Mommy have the bird," I told him.
Reluctantly, he handed it to me. I was afraid it might have been injured, but I think it was just so frightened that it remained in my hand without putting up a fight. I released it into an area that is between the outer pen and the inner pen, and eventually it flew out somehow. It was a tiny bird, and I think that it could actually squeeze through the grid holes.
I later told Bow thank you for letting me save the bird, because I did not want it to die, and he spelled "That's good," זה טוב.
I don't think Bow wanted the bird to die, either, He just did not want it flying in his space. Now he is peacefully napping again.