I went with Miles to school this morning. He's got a little cold so has been a bit under the weather. As we were leaving school, we were heading out with one of his friends, Esteban, who was headed towards the bus. Miles fell behind and Esteban reached up to take my hand. When Miles saw this, he complained loudly. He was like a jealous lover. Even when I offered my other hand, he was so offended that he refused. He made the point of letting everyone know that I was his mommy.
When we got home, he was interested in playing a little tee ball. He got out his bat and tee along with a bucket of balls we have for such things. He was taking the balls out, one by one, to place them on the tee and hit them. At one point, he put a ball on the tee and, before he could hit it, got distracted. He forgot and reached into the bucket for another ball. As he turned to place the second ball on the tee, he saw the first one and said to the second, "Wait your turn!" Once he hit the ball already on the tee, he said, "Your turn!" and put the second ball up there to be hit. He's learned his turn taking well.
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