Children's Therapy Care Broomfield, CO Mia and I enter the OT gym. (occupational therapy) We are familiar with this room and Mia knows the routine. Shoes off first. Though the room is the same we have a new therapist. Liz. We have only seen Liz once before but I know from that session that Liz wants to get results from Mia. "Ok Mia shoes off" Liz says. Mia has already begun testing. She immediately starts grabbing for the ropes that hang from the ceiling. The ropes are there to support the wide array of swings that are stored in the back room but Mia prefers hanging on them like a baby orangutan. "Shoes off Mia" Liz and I say in unison. Mia grudgingly hang dogs her way to the squat red chair that fits kids just her size. Both Mia and I know from our last session that she has to take her shoes off on her own. This is new for both Mia and I. Getting Mia dressed was a mommy job and Mia was just fine with that. Truthfully, I have also been fine with that, waiting for a three year old to dress themselves requires more patience than I typically have. Mia begins to raise her ankle to her knee. Like me, Mia is not very flexible. A frown begins to form on Mia's pudge face. "Ma" she meekly says. "Mia do you want help?" I ask as I make the sign for help (it should be a thumbs up resting on top of an open palm, but we settle for the easier rock covers paper technique). Mia reciporocates. "Helllp" I say and begin directing her hand to the velcro strap that runs across her shoe. "Ah!" Mia begins kicking her feet wildly and slaps my hand away. "Mia, you need to do it" Liz says. Together we direct Mia's ankle back to her knee. Mia then performs one of her signature moves, the fuck you move. She simultaneously throws her head back and lets herself fall to the floor.