There is a mat wrapped around the water fountain and a two-door closet that is perpetually unlocked--both of which Spencer knows are off limits. He went down both of those paths today. And he hadn't messed with those things in so long. I'd totally underestimated the power of things being a "little" bit different to totally sabotage all of Spencer's "progress" in class. He was (not surprisingly) begging for his milk by the end of the class. He wouldn't go get in line (or the blob of children) to get a stamp. So, we just walked out. And as soon as we did, it was like the clock had struck midnight, but in a good way. He walked directly where I told him to go. He sat down as soon as I asked. He drank his milk as I put on his socks and shoes. He said good bye to "Miss Erin." And the whole gymnasium breathed a sigh of relief as we walked out.
Towards the end of the
Then we went to get my allergy shot, where I decided it was the day to fight the battle over whether or not we stand in the chairs at the doctors' office. I think the earlier paci defeat gave me new resolve. I won, but it wasn't pretty.