I have a zit.
Two of them actually and those bad boys are NOT going anywhere. Now blemishes are typically not life-stopping events but when someone in your family has autism ... it CAN put a kink in your day.
We had a 2-hour delay for school today. So I opted to go all out for breakfast. We had eggs, sausage ... and hey, I even made cinnamon toast. So naturally I was hoping we might have a leisurely breakfast (and this is where you say, "hope all you want sistah cause it ain't happening.") Youngest was running around like his feet were on fire, singing "delays are good, delays are kind" and Little Dude was just staring at me.Or more specifically, my zit.
"You have a bump. Is that just extra skin cells or what exactly is going on in there?"
and then the worst comment of all,
"Are there germs in there?"
OK, those of you, reading are probably saying, "What? Why is THAT the worst comment?" It is because Little Dude is a germ-a-phobe. This is usually where I launch into a gigantic medical explaination (that I've Googled as soon as the subject of germs comes up) of what IS a (fill in the germ-filled item) and how it won't hurt him.
Today. (sigh) Today I was cranky so I touched my zit and then rubbed his head shouting "Ooooh, germy, germs germs." In other words, the mature route.
He stared at me for a moment ... and then giggled.
Maybe he's growing up.
Not so much me tho.
