Taede has his own boom-box. Sure, it plays the same 2 songs and the songs are about 8 seconds long and the volume choices are loud and LOUDER -- but it's his. He used to play the thing constantly. I mean constantly. As in continuously for 30 minutes. My head would getthisclose to exploding. It's a true testament of my mothering skills that I haven't chucked the damn thing in the garbage can. If he didn't look so darned cute dancing, it would have been a goner a long time ago.
Whenever he falls, he rubs his head. Even if he didn't bump his head. He could have bumped his elbow and he'd still rub his head.
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