We had a quick visit today due to time limitations. Mikey enjoyed (I think) a sour Limeade--from the look on his face he thought it was pretty sour. Here is is with his sitter Jamisha. She told him to "throw out some deuces", and he thought that was funny, making him look all gangster. We walked (alot)--I think he is restless, and wants to walk and walk. He counts quite a bit--perhaps he is counting to calm his head down, we dont know. Physically he is doing great, just has a stuffy nose. It is COLD here. We walked over to the window and Morgan had him feel the glass to give him an idea of how cold it was outside. We saw some people fishing from a bass boat, he remarked they were "bastards"--maybe its a play on words (?)--bass turds. Dont know.
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