As he was getting on his bus Monday morning, at least car slowed and then sped by, in blatant disregard of the STOP sign that unfolded from the bus. Charlie is very unlikely to run in the street but that doesn't mean people need to drive by at 30, 40 miles an hour.
It was an unusual day. Charlie was alternatively gleeful and then not and, at the end of the day, got a table-flipping urge.
He was mostly quiet at home, eager to eat dinner, repeating my telling him 'Dad's on his way home.' Then out of the blue Charlie, having lined up three car keys in the usual way, said 'I want key, black key.'
He didn't know more how to ask what he wanted and I wasn't sure what it might be. I showed him various keys: All were met with no. Then Charlie scooped up his things and went to get ready for bed.
After a half-hour, I heard the very familiar dialogue of an often-watched Barney video about getting ready for bed etc.. I heard the various segments of the video pass and the adds for Actimates and other videos at the end. It was 7.30pm and I went to turn off Charlie's light.
Very sound asleep he was.
The better to get up bright and (possibly extremely) early to wait for his yellow school bus.