“Hey, I may not have the looks, but I’ve got edge!”
My son got an Xbox game for his twelfth birthday, and he had to create a character to play and survive in a futuristic wasteland.
He told me his character looks like me: tall, handsome, and with stubble on his face.
I smiled. [continue reading…]
“Kapow! You see that? Wait until you see what else I can do!”
My son went the other day to Explorer Scouts. A friend invited him, and so I took him on a Saturday afternoon and left him to it without worrying about what the 15 or so kids in his group could say about his autistic quirkiness, if anything.
Three hours later, I went back and my 12-year-old looked happy. [continue reading…]
“Yeah, and NOW you stand still!”
My youngest daughter wanted to give Cookie, our newest dog, a biscuit.
“Sure,” I said. “But get her to sit first.”
The eight-year-old tried, but the small black dog didn’t sit, she paced around the kitchen. Cookie is a former stray, and she’s never been good at answering to commands since coming to live with us nearly two years ago. [continue reading…]