Now that Mason can move his way around a room he is giddy! Everything is funny to him. This new freedom has shaken loose his irritation and all of the joy is pouring out.
Before I can blink my eyes, I'll bet that little Mason will be asking for the car keys. I can see him putting the top down on our convertible, playing the radio too loud and driving down Gulf Boulevard giddy with the joy of his found-again freedom of mobility.
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