capable of sitting still for long periods of time, and he’s not disruptive. He likes to color and watch television.”
“He’s coloring?” Dr. Morris asked.
“Yes. I’ve had him tested because the owner of the day care has noticed that he’s a little more advanced than the other students his age. He speaks well and he understands just about everything you say to him.”
“What were the results of the testing?” Dr. Morris asked, jotting down notes in Ethan’s folder.”
“He’s gifted,” Harrison said proudly. “But to me that means he’s very inquisitive about things. One morning he pulled a chair over to the television and turned on the cartoon channel, and then he destroyed the kitchen by taking all the pots out of the cabinets. Baby gates don’t stop him and I had to baby proof the house just to keep him safe. But then there are times when all he wants to do is cuddle with his stuffed bunny.”
“He sounds like a future rocket scientist to me.” He chuckled. “You better enjoy this phase. He’ll be three soon and you’ll have other issues with him, like him discovering his body parts and talking up a storm, testing his new vocabulary.” He smiled. “How does he do around other kids?”
Now was as good a time as any to voice his opinion on the subject. “He was a bit standoffish at first. He has made a few friends at day care. But one in particular has me a bit worried. There’s a little boy who has become very attached to Ethan. He follows him around and likes touching his hair.”
“Oh,” Dr. Morris said with a smile. “There’s nothing to worry about. It sounds like this other kid idolizes Ethan because he can do things some two-year-olds can’t. I wouldn’t worry about his sexuality just yet. Kids are curious at this age. They kiss, touch, and even hug each other. They don’t know the difference between boys and girls yet. Just be glad he isn’t biting, hitting, and whining.”
“He also gets along with my girlfriend. He’s seen the two of us kissing and he got a bit jealous and tried to wipe my kiss off her.”
Dr. Morris continued to chuckle. “Oh, you’re going to have fun with him when he gets to be a teenager. The girls will be ringing your phone off the hook by the time he hits puberty. He’s tall for his age and ruggedly built, so come to me when it’s time to talk to him about the birds and the bees.”
Harrison groaned, remembering what he was like as a teen. “Thanks,” he said.
Dr. Morris handed him the prescription and ruffled Ethan’s curls before leaving the room.
Ethan climbed into his arms. “No shot this time, partner,” Harrison told him. They left the doctor’s office and drove to the pharmacist to fill the prescription. He also picked up another bottle of pain reliever and some tissue just in case Ethan got a runny nose. Harrison called the day care when he got home and informed the teacher and Angel that Ethan would be out the rest of the day.
“Oh, the poor little fellow,” Angel said to him. “I’ll make him some homemade vegetable soup and bring it to him for dinner.”
“He should like that,” Harrison said.
“What is he doing?”
“He is actually sleeping. He played a little while with a puzzle I bought him, and then I had to lean on him to give him the grape antibiotic the doctor prescribed for him. He spit it out at first, but I managed to get some in him.”
“Do you want me to leave work and come hold your hand?” Angel asked.
He could hear the humor in her voice. “No, I’ll be okay. I can deal with him for a couple of hours. I’ve handled surly Marines before.”
“He’s not a Marine,” Angel reminded him. “He’s a surly two-year-old.” She paused. “Is he hugging Bunny?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Not good. He’s going to have to give that thing up one day.”
“Why? It’s his security blanket, and possibly his best friend, next to Roy.”
“I hear you. Dr. Morris already told me that Ethan is
“He’s coloring?” Dr. Morris asked.
“Yes. I’ve had him tested because the owner of the day care has noticed that he’s a little more advanced than the other students his age. He speaks well and he understands just about everything you say to him.”
“What were the results of the testing?” Dr. Morris asked, jotting down notes in Ethan’s folder.”
“He’s gifted,” Harrison said proudly. “But to me that means he’s very inquisitive about things. One morning he pulled a chair over to the television and turned on the cartoon channel, and then he destroyed the kitchen by taking all the pots out of the cabinets. Baby gates don’t stop him and I had to baby proof the house just to keep him safe. But then there are times when all he wants to do is cuddle with his stuffed bunny.”
“He sounds like a future rocket scientist to me.” He chuckled. “You better enjoy this phase. He’ll be three soon and you’ll have other issues with him, like him discovering his body parts and talking up a storm, testing his new vocabulary.” He smiled. “How does he do around other kids?”
Now was as good a time as any to voice his opinion on the subject. “He was a bit standoffish at first. He has made a few friends at day care. But one in particular has me a bit worried. There’s a little boy who has become very attached to Ethan. He follows him around and likes touching his hair.”
“Oh,” Dr. Morris said with a smile. “There’s nothing to worry about. It sounds like this other kid idolizes Ethan because he can do things some two-year-olds can’t. I wouldn’t worry about his sexuality just yet. Kids are curious at this age. They kiss, touch, and even hug each other. They don’t know the difference between boys and girls yet. Just be glad he isn’t biting, hitting, and whining.”
“He also gets along with my girlfriend. He’s seen the two of us kissing and he got a bit jealous and tried to wipe my kiss off her.”
Dr. Morris continued to chuckle. “Oh, you’re going to have fun with him when he gets to be a teenager. The girls will be ringing your phone off the hook by the time he hits puberty. He’s tall for his age and ruggedly built, so come to me when it’s time to talk to him about the birds and the bees.”
Harrison groaned, remembering what he was like as a teen. “Thanks,” he said.
Dr. Morris handed him the prescription and ruffled Ethan’s curls before leaving the room.
Ethan climbed into his arms. “No shot this time, partner,” Harrison told him. They left the doctor’s office and drove to the pharmacist to fill the prescription. He also picked up another bottle of pain reliever and some tissue just in case Ethan got a runny nose. Harrison called the day care when he got home and informed the teacher and Angel that Ethan would be out the rest of the day.
“Oh, the poor little fellow,” Angel said to him. “I’ll make him some homemade vegetable soup and bring it to him for dinner.”
“He should like that,” Harrison said.
“What is he doing?”
“He is actually sleeping. He played a little while with a puzzle I bought him, and then I had to lean on him to give him the grape antibiotic the doctor prescribed for him. He spit it out at first, but I managed to get some in him.”
“Do you want me to leave work and come hold your hand?” Angel asked.
He could hear the humor in her voice. “No, I’ll be okay. I can deal with him for a couple of hours. I’ve handled surly Marines before.”
“He’s not a Marine,” Angel reminded him. “He’s a surly two-year-old.” She paused. “Is he hugging Bunny?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
“Not good. He’s going to have to give that thing up one day.”
“Why? It’s his security blanket, and possibly his best friend, next to Roy.”
“I hear you. Dr. Morris already told me that Ethan is
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