Last week in physical therapy Wil, I believe, was cussing at his therapist the whole hour. It was demonstrated in the form of stiff bodied screams directed squarely at his sweet and patient therapist who somehow managed to get him to walk despite the protest. (this is testimony to her skill and Wil's perseverance) He was so unhappy with her for making him walk behind his toy walker that his Nonnie bought him and Timothy. When she left we were given strict instructions to get him behind his walker regularly as well as walking with us, using only one hand for support. Our little guy, who is such a hard worker has accomplished both. Here he is cruising the house.