'Can I play with you guys?'

This is what Bright Eyes yelled enthusiastically to his sister and her friend as he ran outside this afternoon. What a delight! I don't think he's ever said that before.

He keeps asking me "What does that mean? What does this mean?" When it gets too much for me, I push it back at him with an obvious one like, "What does book mean?" He looks at me and grins. "Something to read!"

I'm vaguely interested in kinesiology and its therapeutic value for autism. Might look into it.