“Joey, Joey, can you please get your shoes for work? Joey, Joey.”
“Joey, time to brush your teeth. Joey, Joey…..”
“Joey, let’s sit down for dinner. Joey, Joey….JOEY.”
Honestly sometimes I feel like I’m talking to the wind getting him to move and do something I’m requesting! I know he hears me, but I don’t think I’m getting through. I am appreciative that Joey can walk, talk (a little), and do a good number of things on his own. Perhaps just like the economics teacher (Ben Stein) in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off looking for ANYONE to answer his monotone monologue of questions, I am rambling what Joey is hearing as a monotone monologue of requests that he has tuned out!
The familiar scene from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off seems to visit our home often—and all the time!



