Charlie had his simply Best. ESY. Ever. Nary a call from the behaviorist and a nice post-final-ESY-bus ride afterwards.
3 behavior storms (in the car in a crampt New Jersey town -- drove into the parking lot of a firehouse till things calmed; at 3am leaving the living room in a new state; at 1 pm after a fatigued sleep and leaving the living room in a slightly less new state) in under 24 hours.
After a spate of pleasant low-humidity in-the-80-something-Fahrenheit days, a return to heavy air, thunderstorms, rising temps and the other hallmarks of Jersey summers we have known.
Charlie wanted to go to camp and was dropped off at 1.30pm. As the camp closes at 3pm, he only spent a short time there but he went in eagerly, had a nice time amid a lot of noise and was picked up just as the heavens opened and sheets of rain came down.
Charlie wanted to go straight home and, after watermelon and drinking a lot of liquids, went to sleep.
Weary he must have been (parts of the living room were quite upended though some of it involved old bits of furniture we'd been wanting to remove anyways) (they have been removed).