Every once in a while, someone remarks on something odd that David says or does that just doesn't even register with me anymore. The little oddities and idiosyncrasies of autism are so much a part of his life - and mine now - that it feels weird to imagine things any other way.
Just last week:
- I apologized because I cut his waffles wrong. I was in a hurry and my cut did not line up exactly with the lines on the waffle
- I made tacos. On Tuesday. It's the only day we can have tacos now. Thank you, LEGO movie.
- I tried to outline my next book project, all while the theme to "The Office" played on repeat. For nearly an hour.
- We had a long discussion about what we're having for Christmas dinner. Four times in one day. We even had to discuss the size of the pieces he'd cut his ham into.