Intensity

This morning Jacob and I were at his OT appointment. This week was the second time his therapist had been with him, so she's still trying to figure him out. We are trying to find was to help him slow his body down.... even just a little bit.
Towards the end of our designated time she looked at me and said, "he seems like he has an intense personality."
I responded graciously, but I think her statement might have deserved an emphatic,
"DUH!"
Luckily, it was early and I wasn't awake enough to be sarcastic.

When Jacob was three he was playing with a large group of homeschool kids. One of his friends was named Savannah. She was a petite, blonde girl from the South and was only a few months younger than him. At that time, I had to watch him consistently since he hadn't learned about personal space or being gentle with tender-hearted children. Well, apparently I became distracted. All of a sudden Savannah's mom and I heard her crying. She came looking for comfort from her mom and we tried to understand the reason for her crying. Even though I didn't know what had happened, I was pretty sure I knew who had caused the tears.
I pulled Jacob close and interrogated him. This is what he said, "I was runnin', and I GET HER, and I liked it!"
What could I say to that?? I laughed so hard, I don't even think he got in trouble. Poor Savannah. I know they recently moved back to the South, I wonder why?