We do think that his not being able to express 'my stomach hurts/doesn't feel right' as a possible reason behind Charlie getting upset when he got off the bus to go the library with his class Friday morning. He likes to go to the library and enjoys the bus ride. Maybe he felt a little queasy after being on a (as his teacher noted afer school) not too-well air-conditioned bus, and then stepping into the humid air?
He was happy the rest of the day at school and cheerful when Jim and I picked him up. Later in the afternoon, Charlie and I went on a 'modified long walk.' There were some moments when Charlie voiced (wordlessly) his displeasure but he worked it through himself and was smiling as he and I ran up the sidewalk to our house. He made a run for the refrigerator and, after asking white car' and 'ice cream' and hearing my affirmative answer to both, settled himself in said car with said cold item.
Charlie has lately been routinely asking for a bike ride following his afternoon walk and Jim noted, 'Maybe he's learning how to adapt to things'---like hotter weather and a need to decrease one's physical activity.
It was as well that Charlie wanted to get in the car as we had planned to attend a carnival organized by his school. Charlie got right out of the car and followed Jim's lead. We went past the booths with games and the line for balloon sculptures and wandered around a field full of huge inflatable slides and bouncy jump things and the like. Charlie looked at the slide (I looked at another child who was doing just what Charlie liked to do on such big slides---stop and sit in the middle) and walked on, and on, and over to a playground area. He got on a swing and was very content to sway back and forth (switching swings once for one that was higher off the ground; those long legs get in the way). He asked for 'push' but somehow pushing on his back didn't feel right and Jim and I instead pushed on the rubbery seat or (in Jim's case) pulled him back on the chains.
After about 15 minutes of that, Charlie got up and started walking towards the car and we followed. Once home he called for his bike helmet and, after Jim retrieved the bikes, off they went.
One thing Charlie's not being adaptable about is the speed at which he pedals his bike: It was as hot as ever when he and Jim went out and Charlie rode his bike as fast as ever. Not unsurprisingly, he 'overheated' and manifested his distress vocally at the end of the ride. He didn't want any lemonade when he ran inside th house, instead---once his shoes were off---telling us 'bedtime.' I helped Charlie carry up his blankets and took the clothes (yes, um, quite 'dampish') that he handed me and stepped out of the room as Charlie told me 'Mom stairs.'
A few minutes later we heard him laughing; ten minutes later, I heard him saying 'lemonade, lemonade.' I brought up a glass and Charlie was all grins as he quaffed it and said a word he'd been saying a lot with teasing delight;
I played my part of the joke by noting that it wasn't raining but maybe it would soon (and that maybe this was why the air felt so heavy and it was so very warm). Charlie handed the cup back to me and pulled his old, much used (and much loved) yellow blanket over his shoulder and said, with the same pleased grin,
Words that he knows the meaning of well, and knows how to use.