Something I found in my notes....

Remember when Harry was home "sick" about a month ago?
Well, he wasn't in the mood to nap, and had a bit of a meltdown.
From the other side of the door, I took notes.

I Want Someone to Read Me TOY. STORY.
I want my grandmom!
I don't want to go anywhere!
I want to stay home!
I'm not going to kindergarten.
GRANDMOM! Grandmom, grandmom.

What Harry is unaware of is that I worked at the state mental hospital.
That's probably why I took notes, otherwise I would not have heard him at all.

Other than attempting to bite me through most of teh Justin Roberts concert Saturday (no nap), he's been mostly good ever since.