Two little girls from Riley's school go by on bikes, just as we're getting out of the van in the driveway.
"Riley where were you today?" One of them asks. I'd kept her home from school.
As Riley tries to tell them she was having a bit of "tummy trouble"(again), Seth stands on the edge of our yard, and yells innocently across the street,
"SHE WAS CONSTIPATED!"
That oughta help her make lots more friends, don't you think?
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Hi. Just found your blog and wanted to introduce myself. I have triplet boys with autism. I've enjoyed browsing through your entries a little. I'll come back again!
Real life is often much more entertaining than anything we can make up. Your kids are gems!~
Unless they have no idea what it means :-)
That's what I'm clinging to Jenny. But one of them has a pediatrician for a parent, and you know how "they" are. Every bruise is a hematoma. Every heart attack is a myocardial infarction.
Odds are slim that kid doesn't know what it means!
: )
that is a riot!
Brothers! Pffft!
Too damn funny!
Well at least it's a *good sign* that the ped's kid didn't yell back any advice about suppositories.
You know what, though? I would have heard that and immediately wanted to be her friend.
So there. You go, Seth. Speak the truth.
Your writings sound very impressive! Can I ask if you have any personal connection to anyone with autism or what is it that sparked your interest?
Hi Betsy,
Thanks for stopping. My daughter is almost eight and she is "Aspergian." And she is awesome.
Gotta love little brothers.
At least they know she's human - maybe that will ultimately make her more approachable.
Tell Riley that lots of really smart, interesting and attractive women get consitpated.
*cough*
:)
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