Monday, June 7, 2010


At bedtime, I offered Zavier something to drink, and he said yes. He followed me to the kitchen, but when he saw that I was putting meds in his juice, he ran off. I found him in his room, under his blankets.

Me: "Zavier, do you want juice?"
Zavier: "No."
Me: "How about juice?"
Zavier: "How about no."

I chuckled.