Today Mr. Jim wrote me a note: "G was really emotional today. When I wouldn't let him do something he started crying...."
Tonight at dinner G said "I'm like-a baby. Feed me Mama." And we did the baby routine all through the meal. I needed to hold him, feed him, clean his face with the spoon, burp him.
Totally coincidental, I'm sure, that his days with babysitters led to this regression.
At least I can practice all of my wonderful therapeutic parenting.
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