My son, out of the blue, said I should take him back to the hospital in the morning because he doesn’t have enough “room to roam” in our house.
I said, you know if you go, you can’t just leave when you want to - he said I know that.
I asked him what he’d tell them about being there - he said because he was psychic.
I have no idea what’s going on or what we’ll do tomorrow. If he wants to go, I guess I’ll take him.
But talk about weird. One minute the hospital is the worst place he’s ever been - the next he wants to go back.
Tomorrow, he’ll be telling me he’ll never talk to me again if I take him there.