This is the morning report Gives you the long and the short Every grunt, roar, and snort Not a tale I distort On the morning report
Rough night for Chewy, meant that the boy was woken up late; no shower today...
As I walk down the stairs, I hear familiar voices and sounds...realize that my son is
watching a 50 year old television show--Star Trek marathon is on. (We have all
on DVD...think we shall be watching some this weekend). It was wonderful to see my son
watching something that my dad loved, that I loved...the show that brought my son to
this life, actually...
Driving her to school. Somehow one of those conversations that start with
something innocuous then somehow comes to this point:
She: "How did you feel when you found out he [her brother] was autistic?"
Ahh...the questions and answers--there are times when she is far smarter then we
give her credit for. She is searching and probing..and far more empathetic than
I was at her age. Complex thoughts at morning drop off..not finished, but tabled...