Yet another shocker post today.
After a full Saturday of walking (x 2), bike riding (x 2), grading (Jim), hauling branches to the town recycling center (Jim), speed grocery shopping (me), we went to have dinner at a friends' house. We'd been to visit these friends back in November. We had predicted that Charlie would prefer to spend most of the visit in the outside environs of our friends' house rather than in the interior; in, that is, the car.
As we pulled up into our friends' driveway, Charlie asked to get out. He walked into the kitchen of their house and opened the refrigerator, and asked to have the main course, homemade sushi.
Charlie sat at the table and ate, first sushi and then---after waiting 5 minutes with the help of a timer and a written schedule---soy vanilla ice cream. He then asked for a walk and out he and Jim went (adding to the day's mileage by a few more). After returning, Charlie asked to use the computer (which was the same sort of laptop as we have), to see some videos and hear some music. He stood and watched while Jim and I talked to our friends.
By just around 9pm Charlie requested to go to the white car. Jim and I noted that this would be quite fine. I set the timer on my iPhone for 30 minutes; with 11 minutes and 27 seconds to go, we were in the car.
Somewhere on the Garden State Parkway, Charlie said 'bedtime' and it was straight to bed that he (smiling as if pleased at himself) went to upon returning.
Seeing friends at their house (yesterday) and at ours (last Saturday for Charlie's birthday party) two weekends in a row:
Sounds like the doings of a right social, and socializing, family, with a quite sociable boy.