John said a word.
The scene: Three Dr. Seuss board books lined up (upside down of course) for John’s silent inspection. A common pursuit in the slow hour between ABA and dinner — but today, instead of pushing me away as I tried to intrude in his play, he handed me one book after another and spoke.
“Yes, book!” I said, and gave him a squeeze.
“Booo-!” he repeated, jumping up and down.
Just like that — snap — Joint Attention.
Proud mama. Proud little boy.