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Last night was Shabbat. I desperately wanted company, so despite Diver's insistence that he was company and no one else was needed, I invited family friends. I was fine with Diver's plan to spend the evening alone with a "Do Not Disturb" sign on his door.
Anonymom gets company. Autistic Diver gets to be alone.
In the middle of dinner (shabbat table cloth, crystal, baked chicken, wine), THUD. Something flies into the room: a piece of paper weighted down with an old squeeze ball. It looks like a ransom note. It reads:
muor chikin
Pules
anD
Bred
Communication that didn't involve social contact. Finally a chicken recipe he liked. And he remembered to say pules*.
*please
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Awesome! I think I may start communicating like this. Very effective :)
ReplyDeleteI work as a technical editor. The sole purpose of my job is to let the scientists and engineers focus on the technical stuff and leave the mundane things like spelling to lesser paid employees like me. You would be amazed how many extremely competent and gifted technical people can't spell or write.
Ingenious! Our sons are so resourceful. I've been the recipient of many notes like that!
ReplyDeleteThis made me laugh out loud! Love it. Thanks for sharing. These kiddos ensure there's never a dull moment.
ReplyDeleteGod, if my son Rocky ever reads this, I'll never hear his voice again. THUD.
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