it's working

Another fun moment from yesterday:

Kenny was running rampant upstairs and decided to start opening the drawers on my dresser. As he pulled open the bottom drawer with some of my hockey jerseys, he spotted my Thrashers jersey (which looks just like his), glanced at me, pointed at the logo and said very clearly, "Thrashers."



The great thing is that he can say that without crying, which is more than I can do these days.