Tonight something magical happened, something that has never occurred before: C played with another little boy.
In the waiting room at our pulmonologist’s office, a boy approached C and started following him around, talking with him, listening to him. The two ran around, looking at things, laughing joyously, watching each other. They were playing! Not kind-of-sort-of interacting, like C does with other children — including his own twin — but playing, with abandon.
This is so rare, in fact, that my wife decided to film it, to prove that it’s possible for C to have real friends, to enjoy children his own age.
This is huge.