Last weekend, as I was changing 2 Â½-year-old William's diaper (when do they become potty trained?), he said â€œI want to go to Chicago.â€ He was visiting from Oak Park and that didn't make any sense to me, and I said, â€œYou are in Chicago.â€ He looked at me puzzled, seemingly contemplating what I said, but neither one of us, at least at that moment, understood the other. I began to get it though when later the same day my daughter and her husband came to pick him up early to take him back to Oak Park. The weather people had forecasted icy roads, and our day with William ended before we could fulfill my promise to visit the Notebaert Nature Museum. And William was angry with me â€” as he left our condo strapped into the car seat, he turned his head away from me, refusing to look at the person who promised â€œChicago,â€ and then took it away.
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