This is what Seth picked out of the prize box at school. They get prizes in his class when caught doing something good. It’s a checkbook holder. He “thought it matched what we do in our family.” Now that I think of it, I never even found out what “good” he did.
To think he would forgo the stickers, and doodads, and pick this.
He just melts me sometimes, you know?
Like, every day.
When he says “thank you” every single time without fail as I put food down in front of him.
When he doesn’t like something I’ve cooked, but doesn’t want to hurt my feelings, so he says, “I kind of like it, and kind of don’t like it.”
When he makes a point of mentioning to others at school that T. (the boy with Asperger’s) is the smartest one in his class.
When he mistakenly says his daddy has a bulb (bald) head.
I could go on for miles about this boy.
I love him much.