He patted the bed and said, “Bed.” I put him on the bed, he grabbed her two bears and squealed, “Bear!” I was out of the room when he started crying. I went in to see what was wrong; everything looked fine, so I asked him what had happened. He said, “Head.” I asked if he’d hit his head on the wall, and he said, “Uh-HUH. Wall.” Two smart smacks on the wall.
He’s so proud of himself. I am too.