Naturally, D.J. wanted to play Ro-Sham-Bo with me as soon as I got to his house tonight. Once he latches onto something like that, heís going to hang on until something else attracts his interest. Last time, he told me I was his favorite visitor, because Iím the one who always plays with him. ďNot always,Ē I reminded him then. I didnít want him to assume that I belonged only to him, even though Iíd always like to give him the attention he needs and wants. Itís just that thereís not quite enough of me to go around.
The trouble this time was that Iíve been having pain in my wrist for the last few days. I donít know if itís a cyclical thing or something to do with the colder weather weíve been having, but the constant pain I felt last year had mostly subsided, until now. So I explained this to D.J. And he decided we could play left-handed, which we did for a while, until I insisted he think of a new game. And, of course, being the creative child he is, he did. Thinking of something to do, and explaining it endlessly, is not much of an obstacle for him.