Progress or coincidence?

This morning Chase had two huge rages. Both involved the "quiet room."

However, I had the best visit with him that I've had so far. He ate his entire cheeseburger without arguing. Then we worked on his goal for the night. He wrote all five of them by himself (with a little help of course). Then we played catch with a nerf football in his room. He was smiling. He was laughing. He gave me hugs and kisses.

When I got home, Aimee and I called Chase to say goodnight. He was sweet, happy and silly. Dare I say progress?!?!?! Maybe I should go knock on wood.