How Was School Today?

Like Big Daddy Autism, I have a hard time finding out what my son did in school. He rarely volunteers information, and when he does, it's unreliable. If I ask what he did at school, I may or may not get an answer. If I get an answer, it may or may not have anything to do with school. If it has anything to do with school, it may or may not have anything to do with reality.

He has recently learned to lie, but his lies are usually so absurd no one would believe them. On the rare occasions he hits on a believable story, given his record, we are still skeptical. But once in a while he tells the truth, just to mix things up a bit. And he does some strange things sometimes, which he may or may not realize are strange and may or may not tell us about.

Here is an example of a conversation we had about an event I'm pretty sure never occurred:
PB: What did you do in school today?
GL: I went to the gym.
PB: What did you do in gym?
GL: My teacher made me do push-ups and sit-ups until I threw up.
PB: How many did you do?
GL: Four.

Nasty Dan

Someone finally posted the video of our talent show entry. I'm Johnny Cash, and GL is Oscar the Grouch.

In Memoriam

We had not even had the chance to announce the fact we were expecting a new life in our family, when he passed into eternity. I feel it’s wrong not to acknowledge his brief pre-born life.
In memoriam:
Isaac Watts “Bear”
November 11, 2011

Literally

All day yesterday, GL had been whining that he needed an "adventure". An "adventure" is when someone gets in the car with him, drives at least the minimum distance he thinks necessary, and buys him a snack. If either the drive or the snack don't meet his satisfaction, the "adventure" doesn't count. And as soon as anyone agrees to a particular snack, he starts negotiating upward.

MB was planning to go grocery shopping and, while GL would count that as an adventure, (provided the snack meets with his approval) taking him along is usually more adventure than MB wants to deal with. I had to be elsewhere, so I couldn't watch the boys. MB decided she could handle bringing GL if BB would help by getting items off the shelf and into the cart while she pushed the cart, read the list, and tried to contain GL. In the car, on the way to the store, MB reviewed her expectations with the boys: "We are going grocery shopping. BB, I want you to get things off the shelf as I read them from the list. GL, I want you to hold on to the cart. And you're going to have to move."

"But-but-but," said GL, "I don't want to move! I like our house!"

Griffin would have been proud.

Fallen on Hard Times

While presumably still fighting crime by night, by day, Bruce Wayne apparently pays the bills by teaching at my son's high school: