As a parent of Number One Son, I watch Temple Grandin with some degree of awe; she’s not just interacting with society, and she’s not just interacting with society very successfully – she’s helping to reshape society to better interact with her, on her own terms.
If he could have gotten any louder, I’m sure he would have. I’m sure, because MY Boyfriend Is Fabulous. What’s a guy to do? I snapped my fingers and sang along with him. Between me and boyfriend and Freddie, we OWNED that can.
I’m sure I’m doing OK as a dad, because I check in with the kids periodically. “Kid,” I ask them each, “are you having a good childhood?”
So there we were, expounding on SOBUMD’s 40th birthday, and Number One Son walks up to a family friend and mentions that old age is catching up with his parents. “Why’s that?” asks our friend, taking an unwise sip of his drink. “Because they can’t seem to remember if they’ve showered or not. We all […]
As I was driving the younger two to school, Number One Son was shouting out the car window at passers-by. Trying to use the Socratic method, I asked him why he thought it was OK to do that. “Daddy,” says he, “no one notices a car with a Big Ugly Man Doll!” I cracked up. […]