Jonathon and I went to the grocery store today. Most people hate the checkout line, but when you have a person with autism with you it takes the hatred to an entirely new level. For Jonathon it means he has a number of people in a small confined space to be his captive audience. He felt the need today to loudly announce his apologies for hurting my leg and hitting Daddy-Tim in the tally-whacker and he vowed to never do it again. Great. Thanks for that public commitment to the safety of my leg and Tim’s tally-whacker! As we’re checking out, the clerk asked me if I wanted to donate to people with special needs. Pretty sure the look on my face answered her question!
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