Yetch Likes His Coffee in the Graveyard
Doing the dishes this morning, I'm reminded of a promising sign.
We are lucky enough to possess two Davis Graveyard travel mugs. When we got them, I thought one would end up in my office as decoration, and the other would be used by me now and then.
I've actually never had the chance to use either of them.
Yetch uses both. All the time.
It's his favourite of all the travel mugs we own (and there's a number of them).
It's small changes like this that I silently approve of, and don't call attention to in hope the behaviour continues on a subconscious level.
Slowly, he's turning toward the darkside.