James is currently fixated on playing as much of his Caillou game CD ROM as possible. I know that bad things happen to his temper if he’s allowed to play it for too long. On the other hand, he sings along, talks more, and runs to me and gives me kisses before announcing “I need help!”
It’s kind of hard for me, sometimes, to cut the cute short. Especially when he occasionally breaks up a playing session to dance around and sing about butterflies, or matching socks …
Do you ever have these moments?