Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Waiting room

Zavier sat in the busy waiting room, quiet. When he heard his OT's voice chatting through the door, he made a noise.

Me: "Zavier, are you mad?"
Zavier: "No, I'm happy."
Me: "Why are you happy?"
Zavier: "Because I play happy." (he gets "play" and "feel" mixed up sometimes)
Me: "Yeah, but why? Why are you happy? Do you want to play with Angela?"
Zavier: "Yes."
Me: "Do you like her?"
Zavier: "Yes."
Me: "Well cool, we'll tell her that."