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Feb 05, 2012 02:15

How you know you're the parent of an autistic child:

When your son wanders into your bedroom at eight-thirty PM, wearing a Pull-Up and his swimming life-vest, bringing in his 'Where the Wild Things Are' book he's been obsessing over.

When he wakes up at 1:30 AM cos' you were talking too loud (ugh, we're idiots) and sits in his room talking to himself about 'Where the Wild Things Are'.

When he calls out, loudly, "Hello!" because that's how he vents about what he doesn't want/like--which, at the moment, is the cat meowing loudly.

*sigh-lolz* Also, I'm awake (duh). That's what happens when I go to bed at 8 for a super-early morning shift; suddenly, five hours of sleep is enough. I'll be zombified by noon, I'm sure of it...

AND OMG WE'RE FINALLY GOING TO GO TO A MIDNIGHT-MADNESS SHOWING OF TOMMY WISEAU'S ULTIMATE FAIL, THE CULT CLASSIC THE ROOM. :D:D:D:D We've been wanting to do it for forever, and it's going on right next door in Noho! Spoons, scotchkas and horrible pizzas for all! And just in case you know wut all I'm talking about (ahem, cough, panookah), a game centered around the movie has been made. :O

yayz, gavs, autism, the room

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