"I'm going to work, Mom!"

Kyle frequently plays pretend. Aside from pretending he's a doctor, he loves to pretend he's his daddy. He's a PT who needs to travel back and forth to Chicago on a GG plane. He'll load up his suitcase and get his portfolio book, lunch bag, watch, belt and glasses and be ready to go out the door. It's amazing how many flights go from Midway to Orange County in a day. Once in a while he'll actually go out the door and repeat the whole "good-bye" process we do from our balcony. 

Gavin and I wave and wave and say all the things we normally say with Ru.

Then, he'll come upstairs and give some therapy to Mr. Monkey. Notice the band-aids and mouse timer. He's got Mr. Monkey on some serious exercises. :)

Recently, we found a t-shirt at a garage sale that so closely resembled one of Rudy's work shirts that we had to get it. Here they are the next morning right before Rudy (and Kyle!) left for work. :)