For several days in a row now, Jack has invented clever dances to amuse himself and his family and friends. From a hand-up twitch, he turns, and bum squiggles too (that look suspiciously like squats).

As for me, I have a nasty case of flu still but the nose has dried but the cough has taken on a life of its own. This afternoon I managed to type out and do a first edit of my poems and send them to my BFF for a review. It felt good to get back into writing. She has helped me pick 3 for the competition.

I really should sleep soon but my mind, as tired as it is, screams for me to do more "me" activities. I have run out of Red Bull... which reminds me of a funny incident that happened yesterday (the day before).

Dad and I had lunch at the Subway in Great World City where Jack was wandering around with his fave Red Bull can (drunk by me! and washed clean), slightly crushed by repeated squeezing, in his hand. Two young professional men in their 20s pointed to him and appeared very impressed by a baby walking around with a squished can of Red Bull in his hand. Later, he even napped carrying his can while I carried him in the sling.

Now, of course I don't let my son drink Red Bull! I do... for energy. But I do believe in letting him learn for himself that some things are dangerous but if he is careful, he can play with it. Since I pointed it out, he is very careful with the sharp edge and while he presses his fingers there, he notes that it is sharp and doesn't do it again. This way, he gets to enjoy more things in his young life with the awareness and knowledge that parts of some can hurt but if he is careful, he can enjoy the whole.

However, the can was later confiscated by a concerned grandma who promptly threw it away and chastised me about safety. Still, the image of him tottering around in Subway carrying his can of Red Bull, and the twinkle in the eyes of those two men stay with me and bring a huge smile to my face.

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