We're getting a real therapist today to help with Pat's stretches.
My therapy consists of pulling on his arms and/or neck until he screams in pain. The clinic was less than impressed by my methods and thought to do some quick intervention.
As soon as we were notified of this home visit, Pat said, "I hope it's Daphne." He told everyone at the soccer game last night he was getting DAPHNE.
This morning, WES called. He's coming at two.
Pat is hiding his disappointment quite bravely.
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