Category Archives: Autistic Tales

A Child Like That

Beauty and the Beast Tour

Daddy was reading an article the other day.

Yes.Yes. He reads. Very funny.

Anywho! He was telling me about it. You can read it for yourself here…if you don’t believe Daddy…but I’ll vouch for him.

Apparently. A mommy took her autistic son to play on Broadway…that’s in New York…I think???

That sounds like fun…I’d like to play in New York.

Wait…what? Hold on. Dad’s interrupting. Sorry.

Ohhhhhhh…not TO play…TO A play. Like watchin’ a moooovie…but it’s in real life? Gotcha.

Well I’ve been TO A play. Not on Broadway. At the high school where Mommy used to work.

Well that makes the story even cooler…and it makes more sense.

Bandaid-on-heartAnyway. During the play…there was a very tense moment. And this poor kid got upset…because he thought someone really got hurt.

I can’t speak for all autistic people…but I am really sensitive about other people being hurt too. Really knocks me off my game. So I know EXACTLY how that kid felt.

Daddy said this kid had a meltdown in the theater.

His mommy tried to get up and leave…but he wasn’t having it. If someone had a boo-boo and needed a band-aid…he was staying.

As this was going on. The other people in the audience were getting mad at this kid and his mommy.

I guess things may have calmed down. But after the show…one of the actors in the play wrote a long post.

He said he was really sad. Not that that kid had a meltdown during the play. He was really sad about the way people were treating the kid and his mommy.

He also said he thought is was not-nice that people were asking why she would bring “a child like that” to a play.

autism puzzle“A child like that”??? What does that even mean???

And “why would she bring him”???

How about because “a child like that” deserves to have fun too.

And “a child like that” actually learns how to behave by being around other normal people…and watching their behavior.

Hm???

Sure. We [autistic people] don’t always do the right thing. And sometimes we lose our cool. Who doesn’t???

Who? Doesn’t?

I’m pretty lucky though. Mommy and Daddy take me to places like that all the time.

Moooovies. The one that has as much popcorn as I can eat and the REALLY big TV!

Plays. Sometimes the actors even bring me up on stage before the play to dance with them…you know…show ’em a few moves and shake-it-out.

Football games. Although…everyone talks loud there anyway…so it doesn’t really matter.

Annnnnd. Every now-and-then I might get a little loud when I shouldn’t. Especially when I know the words to the song.

palm to foreheadI’vvvvvve also been know act out when I’m hangry.

What’s hangry? Mommy says that’s when being hungry causes me to be angry. Hangry…

…see Daddy’s not the only goofball I have to put up with. <insert palm-forehead here>

You people have no idea.

But Mommy and Daddy take me anyway.

Like me. I think this little kid was lucky too. His Mommy probably takes him out to enjoy things everyone gets to. At least I hope she still does.

And I think it’s was really cool what that actor said.

Here’s a couple quotes from Kelvin (actor)…

kelvin moon loh“…I am in a show that is completely FAMILY FRIENDLY…and that means entire families – with disabilities or not.”

And…

“Not for some special performances but for all performances. A night at the theater is special on any night you get to go.”

Speaking of getting to go…

Bye…see ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Here’s where I got the pics:

Beauty and the Beast

Kelvin

Baind-Aid

My First Day At College And…

frat-house-party-front-lawn…it was nothing like I dreamed! Let me ‘splain…

Because of my popularity…I get solicited to speak or shoot a video ALL THE TIME.

It’s a little embarrassing really.

And the fact is…I don’t often make myself available.

But recently I made an exception to do this video for a couple reasons:

Sooooo the first reason. It was for one of Mommy’s classes she is teaching. And she asked…

How can I say no? If it weren’t for her…and it was up to Dad:

  • I’d use dirt to rub on my boo-boos…instead of band-aids. <SMH>
  • I’d chicken and frensf-fry, or pizza every night (well…that one’s not so bad).
  • I probably would be wearing dirty clothes right now.
  • And the list goes on…

But the second reason I did it was because of the subject: Long term continuum of health care services.

Let me de-Mensa that.

Basically it’s just getting the stuff you need to help take care of you for a really long time.

See…most people don’t need services like this until they get really, REALLY, old. Like Daddy…for instance.

BUT. For people like me. We need need it much earlier in life.

Problem is. There’s WAAAAY more demand for the services than there is a supply.

15000So like…Mommy said that right now…there are over 15,000 developmentally delayed people waiting for services…just in Georgia (that’s where I live). Over 15,000!

And sometimes it takes a really long time for those people to get services.

Like me. I was on the waiting list for 8 years.

So we were explaining that, and some other things, to the class.

Well…Mommy was explaining that to her students.

I was showing them other things. Like some sign language. Bustin’ out a few words I know. And…pretty much…you know…adding the celebrity factor.

In all seriousness though, it is a big problem. Like I said. It took me 8 years.

Now I’m pretty lucky. Cuz my Mommy and Daddy were able to take care of the stuff I needed until I was able to get help.

But not everyone is as lucky as me.

And those people…SADLY…have to do without. Or at least do without some stuff.

Anyway. That was the reason I got in front of the camera with Mom. Make sure you watch it…if you haven’t already.

And it’s the reason I am raising money for service dogs to help people like me.

Because even after you get the long term continuum stuff…it doesn’t cover things like dog to help keep them out of trouble. Or just help them have a normal life.

Okay. I gotta go for now.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Where I got my pics:

College picture

 

Label Me

Label-MakerI remember a conversation Dad was having with a doctor about me once.

As I’ve said before…I don’t always pay attention to what he says…so I’m not sure what his exact words were.

BarneyBut it was something like “I don’t care if you call him a purple dinosaur.”

A purple dinosaur!?!?

That’s ridiculous. Have you ever heard of such a thing???

Purple dinosaur… <insert head shake here>

I’ve also heard Mommy tell other parents with kids like me “Who cares what they call him? Let them call him whatever they want.”

I know. On the surface this sounds harsh.

But let me give you some context.

Because…the fact is…if someone called me a mean name…meant to hurt my feelings…or belittle me…

ronda-rousey-woman-mma-fighter…well…I’d hate to see what Daddy would do to them…

…and that’s if there was anything left after Mommy was done with them.

Both of them are pretty protective of me.

So when they said “call him what you want”…they mean call me what you want if it gets me more help.

See…I think some parents don’t like when their kid is called autistic, developmentally delayed, slow, Asperger’s…or whatever.

I don’t know?

Maybe they’re afraid people will treat them different? Or maybe it means they have to come to a realization they’re not ready to accept? Or maybe because they feel like they’re being criticized and blamed?

Like I said. I don’t know?

Maybe they haven’t realized how cool it is to have a kid like me.

Luckily. Mom and Dad have…and focus on the positives.

But let’s get real…why wouldn’t they focus on the positives?

I mean…Mommy and Daddy saaaay we go to the Disney store just for me…

…but who doesn’t enjoy a trip to see all the latest stuffed babies.

Don’t get me wrong…they’re not always positive. I’ve had to take them to get frensch-fries-shicken to talk ’em off the ledge a couple times.

It’s a big responsibility…but I can do it.

And maybe because they focus on how cool I am…they don’t really care what people call me if they’re trying to help.

Besides. Sometimes a label gives me the opportunity to meet someone who can help me do something fun.

talk_to_the_hand_by_moviesbro-d8zty3aLike riding a horse. Making a house for the birds. Plant a garden. Art. Take a jungle walk. Or help me get a dog so I can get around all by myself.

Anyway. I’m not giving the thumbs-up to go around calling people names. But if a label is used for good…label me.

And if the label is used to be mean…talk to da haaaand.

Well…I gotta go. But don’t worry…I’ll be baaack.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

 

Here’s where I got the pics:

Label maker

Barney

Fighter

Arnold

 

 

 

 

My Start

superman_autism_by_sircle-d5zm8k8Aw-right. So the 23rd birthday festivities are in the can.

Everything went good. Had some cake. Got some balloons. Aaaand a couple more moooovies to add to my collection. YES!

But then it hit me. You know all about me now and why I started this blog.

But I haven’t told you how it all started for ME. So I thought I’d fill you in…

I don’t remember the whole story. How could I? I wasn’t even 2 yet. Gimme a break.

I just know the story from my Peeps telling it.

japanWhen I was about 9 months old. Daddy got stationed in Japan – that’s a whole ‘nother country – so I went with him.

There’s NO WAY we were letting him go there on his own.

Can you imagine?!?!?

It was cool I guess? People were nice…but they talk funny.

Anyway. I got a lot of ear infections over there for some reason.

But it wasn’t just me. I had a buddy who was a couple months older than me. He got ’em a lot too.

Neither of us were saying any words. Not even really trying to.

So when my buddy turned 2 his parents took him to the doctor. They said the infections scarred his ear drums.

The solution? They must have taken the drums out (no wonder he couldn’t hear) and replaced them with tubas. That’s kinda cool.

Wait…what? Hold on. Daddy’s saying something…

Not tubas…tubes…like a straw.

monkeyStraws?!?! In his ears!?!? What the…

Can you imagine walking around with something hanging out of your ears? I have a hard time picturing that???

Weird.

Weird though it may be. It worked. Shortly after that. Dude started saying some words. Hm?

I was about 23 months old then so I went to the doc too. You know…check out these ear-tuba thingies.

But when the doctor looked at my ears. He said they were fine.

All indications…I was perfectly normal. Told ya. Now let’s get outta here.

<insert vinyl record screeching to a halt here>

So the doc did a few more tests on me and decided I need to go see another doc.

pugilistA pugilist? Anarchist? Oh…wait…I know…a specialist?

Whatever that means?

So I go to this specialist guy. He runs a few more tests. Looked at the Peeps and said…

…”I think your son is autistic”.

Autistic?

This was all before the internet was on your watch. So we didn’t really know what that meant. And we couldn’t Google it. Or ask Siri.

And even if we could…I don’t know if we would have understood it in Japanese anyway.

But the doc said I was gong to have “challenges” my whole life.

Daddy said flashes of all my baseball games, my wrestling matches, and me going off to college ran through his head in an instant. Which is kinda weird…

…I’ve never played baseball…BOOOORING. I have wrestled a couple times…but not professionally. And I have never stepped foot in a college class…although Mommy teaches college…maybe that’s what he saw???

I dunno. Not sure how all that stuff went through his head???

Anywho. We came back to the good ‘ol U.S. of A. and I started my life up…and a pretty good life if I do say so myself.

Sure it’s been tough from time-to-time. And sure I’ll have problems.

Don’t we all? And anyway…if you don’t have any problems…you’re probably not doing anything worthwhile.

Well. I just wanted to give you all my prequel. So now you know.

Let me know if you have any other questions though.

I’m an open book.

Gotta go for now.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Here’s where I got the pics:
Superman

Japan

Monkey

Pugilist

 

 

 

The Alec Economy

stockmarketSo I was watching the news yesterday.

Ok. I wasn’t watching the news. I don’t watch the news…who has time for that?

Daddy apparently…cuz he was watching the news. I just heard him talking about it.

He said something about the stock market crashing. Crashing? Into what???

Watch where you’re going????

So I gather a lot of people, lost a lot of money…

Like a ga-zillion dollars…or something? I don’t know how much that is but he made it sound like a lot of quarters. At least 15 or 20.

If that’s true…15 or 20! THAT IS A LOT OF MONEY!!! Whoa.

tick pic1At first I didn’t think anything about it….but then I stopped in my tracks. My Stash!

You can imaging my relief when I ran upstairs and found it was safe and sound.

That got me thinking. Why are people so focused on money?

They should just do what I do. Move to a ticket economy.

See. When I do something at home…or maybe when I’m good at the store…I get tickets.

Like this weekend, for instance. While Mommy and Daddy were painting (mostly Mommy…Dad couldn’t do a paint by number if his life depended on it)…I did a little dusting.

Actually A LOT of dusting. Where does it all come from? Ridiculous!

Anyway. I dusted. Mom gave me tickets.

tick pic3I put my tickets in the little pockets of my bank. And when I want a dwink. I give ’em the tickets…and they take me to get a Coke.

Same thing for movies. When I get enough tickets…Mommy lets me go online and buy a moooo-veeee.

Although I think she moves the line. Some movies only cost 40 tickets…some cost 100…A HUNDRED! Are you freaking serious!?!

She’s all “This one has 3 CDs because it’s the whole season” or “That’s a new one”…

…”so it’s more”. It’s more???

And I’m all “What-evvv.” <insert eye roll here>

Talk about a crash. What kind of shenanigans are going on here??

But it’s cool. I can just go get more tickets.

tick pic2Do you know you can buy a whole roll of them at the store?

Oh yeah…you can.

And they usually have a bunch of ’em too. Red ones. Blue. Green. Pretty much any color.

And you can buy more than one roll at a time. Or at least you should be able to. I’m still working on that.

Daddy says we can’t. Something about rules and rega-lations???

I never know what he’s talking about???? <insert freak-flag here>

Either way. I don’t see what the problem is.

If you want a Coke…or mooo-veee. Just take out the trash. Dust something. Clean your desk. Wash a bowl…

…get a ticket. And relax.

When you run out…just go to the store and get another roll.

Anyway. I gotta go. My Flintstones movie got here yesterday. So I’ll be busy today.

Season 4. The WHOLE season 4! WHAAAAAT!?!?

It’s a great time to be alive.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Here’s where I got the:

Stock market pic

Do You Need My Help With This?

shower imageA lot of people know I’m a shower head expert.

I keep up with shower head designs.

I look at them on the net. When we go to Home Depot. Or Lowe’s. Or pretty much wherever shower heads are sold…I make sure to check them out.

In fact. When I take Mommy and Daddy to show houses. We all have jobs.

Daddy usually makes sure things are “solid”. He’ll say things like “roof looks good”, “water heater is a little old”. Blahblahblah.

Mommy checks out the “possibilities”. Put the couch there. Paint this here. Blahblahblah.

My job? Arguably one the most important jobs…check out the shower heads and make sure they’re up to standards. Brutal work.

But I’m not a one-trick-pony. Nope.

A lot of people don’t know this about me, but one of my hidden talents is that I am also a design expert.

shelf2For instance. The other day Mommy got a new shelving unit.

It’s nice I guess…but she didn’t put anything on it.

So I decide to…put my touch on it…if you will. Or even if you won’t.

You can see what I mean in this picture.

I know what you’re thinking when you look at it.

You’re thinking: “Wow…looky that…look at how pre-wy!”…AND…you wouldn’t be wrong. It’s what I do.

But I thought I’d give you some finer points to my design techniques. Sorta like they do on those TV shows…except I know what I’m talking about.

For instance. This first pictureshelf3 is a little combo of some of my art work.

You’ll notice how Groush is in the middle of some sand art I did.

But he’s not just standing there in the middle.

Notice how the green and purple in the sand bring out the colors in Groush’s hair, mouth, and eyes.

That doesn’t just happen by accident.

shelf4And this little design I call Alec-shui.

I believe that’s where the popular design philosophy Feng shui comes from? But I have no idea who Feng is???

And who calls their kid Feng???

Anywho. In this Alec-shui design, I have incorporated 6 items that tell my story.

First the hourglass. Although I think it’s only a minute glass. Daddy calls it my attention span. Whatever that means????

Then I added a Coke can. It’s a little something I picked up at the World of Coke in Atlanta. I love me some Coke!

Finally I found 4 random blocks that – coincidentally – spell my name. Happy accident.   😉

Anyway. I don’t want to belabor the point. But people are always asking me about my talents. And this is one of them.

Now I know after seeing this post, I’m gonna get a TON of calls. Even more than I do already.

People are gonna be all:

Alec…come check out my shower heads. Are they ok?

Alec…help me decorate my new shelving unit!

Problem is…I’m a little busy with my new job…and I don’t have a lot of time.

But here’s what I AM WILLING to do.

If you go to the link on my new job and make a donation. I will give you my feed back on any design problem you’re working on. Or any shower head question you might have.

Well…I’ve got to get back to work. And you’ve got design and shower head questions to come up with…and some donating to do.

So bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Pictures:

Shower Head

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Back To Work

workSo for the second straight year kids went back to school…and I didn’t? Hm?

I’m starting to get the idea that I miiiiiight not be going back.

I’m not gonna lie. I’ve been going to school since I was 3 years old. So it’s a little weird.

So I decided that I need to get a job.

rocksSure I do work around the house. I take out the trash. Wash dishes…kinda. And just yesterday I made these two little gems.

But I believe I’m capable of much more. So I decided to find something else a little more important.

And, contrary to what Daddy says…I’m not doing it because I am tired of fwee-woading. Not sure what that means…but he laughs when he says it. I laugh too…just to humor him.

So what does a guy like me do for work?

Well. I started thinking…

Wherever I go people seem to know me. They’re all “Hi Alec!”, “It’s so good to see you Alec!”, “Come see me sometime Alec!”. Embarrassing really.

Mommy says it’s like I’m Adam Levine.

I don’t know Adam…but he must live somewhere around us because Mommy says he’s hot.

And…believe me…it is H-O-T in The ATL!

But then Daddy shakes his head no…sooooo maybe he doesn’t live around here. Who knows???

Anyway…back to me.

I don’t remember if I told you this? But I am getting a new dog.

I know. I already have two. But this one is different.

This dog is going to hang out with me more. He’s…or she’s (I don’t know yet)…is gonna make sure I stay safe.

See. Autism does different things to different people. We’re ALL different.

For me…I don’t really sense danger like most people.

For instance. One day I got a bug aquarium; a little plastic container to put bugs in.

black-widow-spider1And I found one of these babies.

I know it’s a spy-der (you should have seen Daddy scream like a little girl – HILARIOUS).

But apparently this one is a Black Widow…and can give me a boo-boo-band-aid.

I’m not afraid of snakes or bees…and a whole bunch of other stuff.

But back to my new dog. (Man I am all over the place today.)

So it costs a lot of money to train the puppies to keep me – and others like me – out of danger.

Luckily, I have a bunch of pennies – and Mommy is really good at fund raising – so I can just pay.

But I don’t think everyone is as lucky as me (autistic or not)…so I’m gonna lend my celebrity to raising money for other people like me to get dogs that help keep them safe too.

I’ll go into more details later. But please go to this link and donate as many pennies as you can. I’ll appreciate it…and you’ll feel good too.

uncle samPlus Daddy says its tax deductible. Not sure what that means…but he gets excited because he says you don’t have to give as much money to my Uncle…Sam…I think???

That’s him…don’t remember meeting him. Although he looks a little angry. Lighten up DUDE!

Anyway…do me a solid and help me out with my new job HERE. And don’t be shy…tell your friends. Share this post.

Ok. Gotta go. Don’t wanna be late for werk.

See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

 

Here’s where I got my pictures:

Work

Spider

Uncle Sam

 

Enough’s Enough

Tom_Hanks_Beard_CastawayOk. You know how you do something for a loooooong time.

And finally you say e’nups a’nup.

Well I get that way with one of the things Mommy and Daddy does to me a couple times per week.

Right after I get out of the shower. I brush-a-teef, dry my hair, put smelly stuff under my arm, a sprinkle-a-day…

You know…get pretty.

But sometimes they put this white stuff on my face.

It’s the weirdest thing though. It comes out blue, green, purple…but then changes to white. How does that even happen???

Anywho?? That’s not the bad part.

choose-best-shaving-cream-1After they slather the white stuff all over my face. They SCRAPE it off with this little tool.

I have to contort my face. Stand still. Look in the mirror. Torture I tell you. Torture.

And then after it’s all done. They tell me I’m beautiful.

Like I don’t already know that???? <insert quizzical head shake here>

elmoSometimes they  try playing peek-a-boo with me to distract this unholiness.

Like that works…I’m twenty something…a grown up…

Oh who am I kidding…that is kinda funny…

There they are. Now they’re gone. Annnd then they’re back.

HILARIOUS!!!!

We’ve also tried one of the things they use at the barber shop to cut my hair.

top-electric-shavers-under-50-1403625444But the buzzing and vibration. Annoying.

Mom and Dad say it’s ‘cuz of my autism. Something about my sensory…something or other…

I don’t know about that? I just think it’s annoying.

Although. As big-of-a-pain as they are when they do it…there must be an art to it.

I tried it once on my own.

And…well…lets just say it didn’t turn out “beautiful”.

In fact. There were lotsa band-aids. LOTS.

harryOh well. I guess it’s the price of beauty.

And it’s not like they just make me do it.

Dad does it to his face too. And his HEAD. Yea…his head????

Mom doesn’t have to do her face…or head. But she does her legs. I tried that once too…it didn’t turn out good either. I don’t recommend that…at all.

Aw-rite I gotta for now.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

This is where I got the pictures:

Tom Hanks

Harry

Ax guy

Elmo

Buzzer

Not Like The Good Old Days

VCRRemember the good ol’ days.

When your movie machine lasted for a really long time.

Now?

I can kill a D-bee-D player in about 2 months.

I know! They’re really cheap. Like…2 dollars…or something???

I think I hear them called throw away now.

I don’t know what that means…

…but talking Mommy and Daddy into taking me to the store to get a new one? Hassle and a half.

Sometimes those two are really hard to deal with.

We have to finish “working”. Or. We’ll get you a new one tomorrow. Or. How about coloring in your book?

Blah-blah-blah.

Great idea people!

dvdsBut I still have a bunch of D-bee-D’s to watch. Look at these…

…they don’t just watch themselves.

And…what if Wyon King doesn’t doesn’t make it back to the pride this time? How will the jungle turn out with Scar at that helm?

Or what if Robin Hood – A Fox? Doesn’t save Maid Marian – A Vixen?

Good news though. While technology has taken away. It has also given back.

compukerThe compuker my Mommy gave me has a D-bee-D player in it!

WHAAAAAT?!?!

Well THAT is super cool! And…how long has that been there?

Daddy says don’t get used to it. It won’t be long before all compukers stop coming with D-bee-D players.

Yeah right! Keep dreamin’ old man. How will we watch movies in “the future”?

One problem though. If I watch the videos on the compuker…I have to watch them in Daddy or Mommy’s office while they work.

If you know them…I don’t have to tell you. But if you don’t know them…

…well…let’s just say they is n-o-i-s-y…LOUD!

Always talking to people on the phone.

What did you think about this? How about that? Oh…well check out this one I’ve got on the market.

Or. How can I help you with your skoool werk? What can we do to make the course better?

And he is always making videos of himself or houses so he can put them on the internet.

Mom’s always making pictures…or videos…just like Dad.

No offense…and I’ll deny this if you tell them I said so…but they seem a little needy sometimes.

Maybe starving for attention?

I dunno where they get that????

I guess I’ll have to do a better job of spending more time with them. And telling them how “awesome” they are.

Maybe get them a trophy. <insert exhausted head shake with an eye roll here>

Ok. Well I have to get back to werk.

Bye. See ya ta-mah-wo.

 

Here’s where I got the picture of the old VCR.

Too Many Choices

choices_gatoradeEvery Sunday I make Mommy and Daddy take me to the grocery store.

It’s very important I keep them on a routine.

They get hard to manage if I don’t. You have NO idea!

Before we go. I usually help Mommy cut coupons.

She thinks it’s because I’m being a big helper. Actually…

…I just like cutting.

Aaaaannnd…I have to make sure she has the right coupons in the pile.

Sometimes they don’t have the right ones so…I have to make them.

Every now and then it’s tough though.

Choices.

Look. I get it. Everyone has to make choices.

We just went car shopping with Daddy the other day. Do you want the white one…or blue one? How hard is that?

Or if we’re looking at houses. Do you want this one? Or that? Or MAYBE that other one? Three choices??? Ooooh stop the presses!

I also hear them talking about imbestments. Not really sure what that is…I dunno…something about korters…or dollers?

But they don’t have to decide between too many options.

But me. I REALLY do have a lot of choices to make on Sundays.

Mommy pretty much knows what to get…without me prompting her.

But there are a few things I have to decide on. Cookies. Chips. And dwinks (Gatorade).

It’s not that easy.

choices_oreoI only get one cookie. Three chips. And usually 10 dwinks.

One cookie. Really?!?!

All those cookies. Birthday cake kind. Key lime pie ones. Mint. Triple stiff. Double.

And now they’re making some called “Thin Oreos”. What the…???

How do you decide on just one? And worse…only the ones Mommy says I like.

I guess she’s right. Those key lime ones are pretty gross. Not sure what they were thinking when they made those???

Still. It’s not easy.

choices_pringlesAnd then the chips. Pizza flavored. White ones. Salt and vinegar. Green. Pickle flavored.

In fact. Sometimes I get a little frustrated with all the choices.

Remember the good ‘ol days. There was just plain. And maybe BBQ.

How do you narrow down just 3 of them?

Like the cookies. THAT’S not easy either.

The fact is. Mommy and Daddy are pretty stubborn sometimes. I’m not a big fan of them when they get that way.

Usually. I let it go and just live with the choice they finally pick for me. But sometimes…

…not so much.

Sometimes they say I melt-down. Not sure what that is???

I mean. Sure. I might not handle it well. I might even get a little loud and cause a scene.

But I just know that one of EACH flavor is – often – the ONLY solution to all these choices.

Plus…I don’t tell them which package of shicken or hambooger to get.

Anyway. I’m not bitter. And I usually get over it pretty quick.

But if you think you have BIG decisions during the day…you have no idea the decisions autistic people have to make.

Try picking just one package of cookies! <insert an impossible decision head shake here>

Awwwl-right. I’m gonna go for now.

See ya ta-mah-wo.