Sunday tradition

Somewhere in the chaos of the last seven months Jon convinced Leta to try a cinnamon roll. We’ve tried in vain before, but this time I guess she was feeling more cooperative. Or, you know, LIKE A REGULAR SIX-YEAR-OLD. So we’ve made a family tradition of eating them on Sunday mornings, and she looks forward to it almost like it’s Christmas. She brings it up all week long. I’m hoping this is one of the more positive things she brings up in therapy in twenty years.