I told my son that if he helped me clean and took a shower (his response, “What?!!! A shower?!?!?”) I would take him to work with me. It’s Sunday. I don’t work on the weekends. We just go to “work” for the internet (and multiple computers to use it). I find that if I get caught up on personal internet-based stuff on Sunday, I can get more computer-based work stuff done during the week, which after all, is what I get paid the big bucks for.
Big bucks for the non-profit world, anyway. Everything is relative.
As I’m getting out of the shower this morning, I hear a bunch of repetitive clinking noises coming from the kitchen. Repetitive noises drive me crazy. And guess what? My son loves to make repetitive noises. It’s one of the subtle signs of his very mild autism. I tell him, “Stop! That’s annoying”…a few times.
By the time I make it out to the kitchen, I’m wondering why it’s taking him so long to empty the dishwasher. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw that he was using a pair of tongs to empty the dishwasher.
“What are you doing?!!”
“I forgot to wash my hands.”
“Wash your hands!.”
“Okay.”
Kids are weird.
Posted by Cindy Thomas 