The other day I got out a shirt for Ali that someone had given him for his birthday. It's still a little big, plus it's very, very warm, so I didn't want him to wear it. But he managed to get it on by himself, and off and on again and again.
At one point I asked him to put his shirt in his room.
"No," he responded, "My heart break if I do that."
Last night he really liked dinner. "It's terrific," he told me.
And yesterday afternoon he played so nicely with the younger neighbor boy. When the 2-year-old willingly shared his blocks, Ali told him, "You're nice Joey."