Wesley asked me to put some music on in the van yesterday. "I don't care what the music is," he said. "I just want to listen to it while I look out the window and imagine things. That's what I do in the car."
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After a trip to Target, I asked Wesley to please carry one of the bags into the house. He happily took the bag from me, then walked over to Ryan and said, "Here. Mom wants you to carry this."
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They call that "management potential"
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