I posted that in the evening, just before I went to bed. And not three hours later I awoke to the pitter patter of KARMA, in the form of little Gus feet. Larry brought our vampire child back to bed, and sure enough, he was back an hour later. And then PATRICK came to visit an hour after that.
All this to say:
I KNEW THE UNIVERSE WAS READING MY BLOG.
I KNEW IT.
(Am kind of flattered.)
But also kind of pissed about the sleep thing.
Regardless, I can say (shouldn't, but can!) that after an entire week with no television, there have been some noticeable positive changes in Gus's behavior (that will promptly disappear as soon as I write about them).
He has been (slightly) calmer. (Slightly) less confrontational. (Slightly) easier to pull out of a meltdown.
He's had the opportunity to be more creative, developing a new comic strip called "Boom Splash." It's about this dog? Who um um who is like JUMPING off of the HOUSE!? And then he's all PSHOO! SPLASH! Or, no, no, he's like BOOM! Splash! And then there's the people down there and one of them is holding this bucket, and over there are the stairs, and they can't see the dog, but then they look and are like WHOA! HO! Pshoo! Splash.