He can now propel himself in a military crawl to get to what he wants.
What he wants are the presents under the tree.
He doesn’t open he shakes and bangs on them with his hands.
He points at the cat and makes a hard ‘c’ sound when she enters the room… hunting for ribbon.
He can pull himself to a standing position by pushing off with his feet and using the couch to pull himself up using his hands… and his teeth!
He prefers Chiraz to other reds.
After reading it a second time, War and Peace is no longer his favorite novel.
He has decided that the Masters in molecular biology is unnecessary since the PhD in organic chemistry will more than advance his career.
Seriously, how long WAS that meeting?