Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
Let’s talk about the grass and the price of chicken and whether I saw the game yesterday. Or not. I’m good either way.
It was normal. It was natural. It was perfect. That’s the truth.
OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
For the parent to a non-verbal child, social pleasantries can take on a different feel. They may be social, but they aren’t pleasant.
Hey, kids are happy? Yeah? Not for long. Ice cream man is here.
Sometimes he would look at me. Sometimes he wouldn’t. Still, I’d go on and on about what this person did or what that person said.
The days of secret parent book-readers, class cupcake parties, and one teacher to remember for the year are over. She will never have them again. That chapter closed at the start of the summer.
Zen’s great. But sometimes it’s OK to be like, “What the…?!”
The more he has learned to use his communication device, the more he has been seeing it as an easy way to score pizza.
They eat cereal from between couch cushions, “miss” the potty, and put peanut butter in their pockets to save for later.
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