I could tell when Ian got off the bus that his day at school had probably not been a good one. He was chomping down hard on his chewelry and he looked kind of frazzled.
The note from Mrs. Penrod confirmed my fears. She said it was his first rough day of the year, that he was struggling all day. Since she mentioned that he was covering his ears a lot, I gave him some Tylenol and some juice and let him chill for awhile.
But then he started giving me a hard time, and I had to break bad on him. We had a little confrontation, and he finally calmed down and we made peace. Then we went to music class. I didn't realize until we were half-way there that I'd forgotten his afternoon meds. Aaagh! But he seemed to do fine in music class, even if he was a little more boisterous than usual.
So, on the way home I bought him Wendy's for dinner. Rob had made spaghetti and I was fixing myself a plate as Ian was wolfing down his meal. He saw the pasta and asked for some. I put it on his plate and he ASKED FOR A FORK AND HE USED IT! This is huge. Usually he just picks it up and shovels it in, which is why he doesn't get pasta often. But, he ate a big serving, all with the fork. Now, he was still a mess when he finished, but I didn't care. He ate something different with no bribery, and he used a utensil. I'll take it!
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