A parent's personal thoughts on autism and the experience in dealing with my son's disability.
Thursday, May 24, 2012
The Water Is Cold But Soup Is Hot
Today it felt like summertime in Baltimore. Our pool is open, so I asked Conor if he wanted to swim tonight. He said yes, jumped into the clear, blue water, and then quickly leapt out.
Guess it's still a wee bit chilly in there. So he reclined on the hard-but-warm cement to take the chill out of his bones.
"Want Mommy to swim with Conor!" he asked.
"Nah, it's too chilly for me, C," I replied. I don't get in the pool until August and only then if it's over 100 degrees outside. I hate the water as much as Conor loves it.
"Want to make Kalihari soup!" he declared emphatically, staring at me.
"A girl at school," he replied in a quiet voice.
"So do you want to talk to me about being mad that I won't get into the pool," I said, "or do you want to keep yelling about Kalihari?"
"Want to make Kalihari soup!" he repeated, this time a little more vehemently.
Yeah, that's what I figured.
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