Charles likes trucks. Mom went to Walmart yesterday with Charles and so he came up with a new truck. Charles actually spent the entire night in his own bed but when he woke up he was panicky. I thought it was because he wasn’t used to waking up in his bed but it turned out that he had left his truck in our room. After a frantic search Charles found the new truck and he was OK.
Charles doesn’t talk much to people, but he’s always very polite with trucks. He won’t wave or say goodbye to people but he frequently says “bye bye truck!” when a truck he has seen leaves the area. Not infrequently our entreaties to say “good-bye” result in Charles saying “bye bye” to the departure vehicle. Charles accepts that the vehicle has to get on with its life and leave so he’s not generally very sad about it.
Charles’ view of Corwin’s school mornings is that Corwin gets on the bus - that’s the key feature from his point of view. Of course, Charles still spots trucks while we’re driving and insists on having confirmation that he has, in fact, spotted a truck. Charles has learned to distinguish between trucks and busses, a key skill for a young boy and a small step on the way to actual language.