It just keeps happening. This weekend Eli's friend called to see if he could play. We could have driven him over, but before we knew what was happening, Eli had a map, had talked over the route with us, taking the described turns around the dining room table, and then he was off. Biking to Simon's, some 2 miles and a couple of very busy roads away. At the same time Ildar set off to take the bus to the Mall of America. We had also shown him a map, told him to remember to get a transfer and hoped he got on the train going the right direction. But off they went- one biking, one busing. We weren't sure we'd ever see either of them again.
But they made both made it there, and back. When I was telling my mom where Eli had ridden too and said he was 'really' proud of himself, he corrected me and said he was not. Really proud. Just semi-proud. That seems like the perfect amount.
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