Random Thought

As we drove home from dropping Puck off at school on a sun-filled morning, Yali was on a roll, talking.

“Miss Sta-cey clean my teeth. She’s a GOOD doctor! She put gla-sses on my eyes so NOT tooth-paste gets in them. That was fun! You re-member the dentist, Mom? I get a trea-sure from the treasure chest! Treasure! I got a stick-er and a motor-cycle and a…”

The little boy who only had one word when we met him – Mama.