While at Downtown Disney, we went into one of the numerous toy stores there. They had these tables full of all kinds of bits and parts for you to stand there and make your own Mr. Potato Head.
What does my kid make?
Yes, that is a gas mask.
Yes, that is a gas mask.

Bohdan started speech therapy. That in itself isn't remarkable. What is remarkable is that he took one of his tools, his flute, and jammed it up into his soft palate. Yes, we had another emergency room trip. And yes, one of the on-call physicians recognized us. I wonder when we get our frequent trip punch card?
This is his pirate pose, by the way.