I don't expect gifts, the the ASD teen delivered in an unexpected way.
Last night, after announcing that he had a belly ache and some diarrhea, he downed the last dose of pepto bismal, and went to bed. This morning, after announcing that he knew what day this was, he mentioned that he still felt sick. I phoned in an excuse to school, headed off the the convenience store for fresh pepto, and returned home to find him taping this sign to the door:
"Must go to school"
And off he went. It's the first time I can recall him playing through pain, as an athlete would say.
Hooray for him. Happy Birthday to me!
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