The Artist

Wesley got his cast off yesterday. He's doing worse now than he did when he first got his cast on, but the orthopedist told us that would be the case. He keeps saying, "My leg still huwts (hurts)" and "Can you hold me??? I can't walk!" Hopefully it will start feeling more normal soon.

While we were in the waiting room yesterday before he got his cast off, he and an older little boy with an arm cast (probably about 7) were playing in a little plastic house with windows and a door that open and shut. As the boys got more comfortable with each other, they started talking inside the house a little...well, as much as a 2-1/2 year-old can talk with a 7-year-old. John Mark and I especially enjoyed this conversation between the two:

Older boy: Hey, who drew that Thomas on your cast?

Wesley: Gin-Gin did! She drew Thomas on my cast!

Older boy: What grade is SHE in?

Wesley: She's an ARTIST.

Older boy: She's an artist??

Wesley: Gin-Gin's an artist!

Older boy: Does that mean she's passed ALL the grades???

Wesley: silence and look of confusion

And then they went to opening and shutting doors and windows on the little plastic house as they had before.

John Mark and I were very impressed that he knew the word artist, let alone that he knew that Gin-Gin was one! I think my dad told him that while they were skyping one time.

He got lots of comments on his Thomas drawing.

(Everyone in the waiting room also got to enjoy spontaneous dancing performances by Wesley while watching the Jonah Veggie Tales Movie. This produced quite a bit of laughter as he hopped around enthusiastically.)