Last week while I was at my sister’s, the boys were being their normal selves. At one point, we saw Drew march outside, wearing one boot on one foot, the other bare, and carrying a toy slingshot in his hand. I called out to him and asked him what he was doing. Seriously trying to accomplish some mission, Drew continued to march on down the sidewalk in his uneven gait. He never did tell us what he was trying to do.