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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

This Smile Doesn’t Just Happen

AJI mentioned yesterday that I had to go to the dentist.

A lot of people think this just happens ===>>

Well…I assure you it doesn’t.

It takes A BUNCH of work. I have to get up every morning and brush-a-teef. I don’t mind that too  much. A little bit of a hassle…but…what are ya gonna do?

Then Mommy has to put some string in my mouth. And then I have to swish this horrible blue liquid around in my mouth…while we count to 30. 30!

And then we have to do it again later.

I guess it’s the price you pay for being a celebrity like me.

Still. Even with all that. I have to go visit my peeps at Life Smiles. I think Mommy calls them the dentist.

They are super cool. Everyone is really nice to me. They all know my name. And they do stuff for me that they don’t have to do for everyone else. On the account of my autism.

dr pAnd Dr P is funny…I guess (that’s him <<===)? Him and Daddy laugh the whole time I’m getting my teef done.

The lady who helps laughs at them. I don’t know if she thinks they’re funny. Or she just feels sorry for them.

I don’t laugh. It’s hardly a laughing matter.

Do you have any idea how long I have to sit there with my mouth open?

Although it is kinda funny when they put the squirt gun in my mouth. And then the little vacuum thing that sucks the water out.

Oh…and Dr P also got me in a magazine once. He wrote an article about working with autistic people like me. It was a good article. They messed up the picture though because Daddy and Dr P were in it.

I get that a lot. Everyone wants to take a picture with me.

Anyway.

Mom and Dad say it’s important that I go there so I can keep my teef cleaned. But that’s not the only reason they say I have to go.

See. Since I don’t really talk. I can’t tell Mommy and Daddy when something’s wrong.

I mean sure. I can point in my mouth or rub my cheek if I have a tooth ache. But I haven’t been able to come up with the words.

Sooooo. It makes it kinda tough to let ’em know what’s up. Mom does a good job of figuring it out. Dad…well…he just says rub some dirt on it.

Rub dirt on it? That’s ridiculous!

dentistLike I said. I don’t mind going to the dentist though. They’re nice. I get to wear some cool glasses. They have a TV I can watch.

Annnnnd they usually give me a present. I’m pretty sure they only do that for me.

Well I have to get back-to-werk. Lot’s of drawing. I need to do some pwinting. And I have to sing-a-song to Mommy’s phone so she can send it to one of my fans.

It never ends.

See ya ta-mah-wo.