We visited Older Son yesterday at his new school. He looks fabulous after losing a few pounds due to dietary modifications (he was a little fat going in, so it's all good). We took him to McDonald's for fries and a coke, and he climbed to the top of the playland tubular thingy and all around it. This was a first and a big accomplishment for him. We took him back to the school, and he was brave until I turned the engine off and DW said the word "school." "SCHOOL!" he bellowed, then he started crying. He had pooped his pants at McDonald's, so his school trainer took him for a bath and a change while DW and I went to a big pow-wow with the behavioral staff. Older Son was brought over after his bath and was weepy for a few minutes. He said "bye bye car!" loudly, which made me feel sad and a little guilty. He got happy again when he saw his icon book and used it to ask for orange juice. I got him singing our version of the "Sopranos" theme song, which made DW cover her face in shame:

Randy: Woke up this mornin', got yourself a
OS: GUN!
Randy: Momma always said you'd be the chosen
OS: ONE!
Randy: You know you're one in a million, you've got to burn to shine,
You were born under a bad sign with a blue
OS: MOON!
Randy: In your eyes.

Whatever works.

The visit with OS was too short; I'll have to get back up there soon.