Tears of Joy, part 62
Gene Siskel said that the best way to criticize a bad movie is to make a better movie. Thus do we overcome the crushing sadness of the recent altercation (see previous post, or better yet, skip it) by moving on to the kind of inspiring moment we've come to expect from our little hard-working superhero. Today Elijah went to occupational therapy and had a lot of fun playing with toys and jumping and flipping and stuff. I had to step out to make a phone call, and when I came back, our new friend Suzette said she had something to show me. I assumed she had some kind of exercise she wanted me to do with Elijah at home, so I took it in stride. I sat down and watched as he picked up a ball, aimed it quite carefully, and threw it at three "dinosaur bowling pins," knocking them all down with impressive accuracy. We clapped and cheered. But that's not what Suzette wanted to show me. Elijah crawled up a set of benches into his own chair (an impressive feat on its own) and sat at