Monday, April 29, 2013

Sort of the same but not

It never fails to amaze me how different my kids are from one another. When Joseph was Elle's age I could have put him in a room filled with broken glass and matches and come back three days later and he would have been safe and content. He probably would have lined the glass shards up in order of size. If I put Elle in a room with nothing but a cup of water and a piece of cardboard within 15 minutes she would have found a way to burn the room down and also she would have drawn a picture of boobs on the cardboard.

Monday, February 11, 2013

A short play about empathy and autism

Joseph: My friend C has been really crabby lately.
Me: Why is that?
Joseph: I don't know. I remember that A acted like that for a little while last year after his horse died. *thoughtful pause* I wonder if C's horse died.
Me: Does C even have a horse?
Joseph: Well, not if it died he doesn't.

Wednesday, January 02, 2013