Just tell me what you want or I ain't goin'. I want some chocolate syrup. So what's the problem - the chocolate syrup goes on the ice cream, . . I want cherries. Come on, the cherries go on the syrup that goes on the ice cream . .
Henry leaves, is gone for three hours, and returns with nothing but a ham sandwich.
Well, speaking of accommodations, my son has set his sights quite high. I don't think I can meet Christopher's request to change the physical laws of the universe, though. If I thought this might stop his bedtime problems . . . We began the year with all students classified as LD, and five students diagnosed with ADD as well. In the spring I finally got my diagnosis and began taking Ritalin, too.