On the way home from therapy.....

Mason recently started a social skills class to assist him in what has proved to be his most challenging area. The class is small, 4 kids I believe. All are on the spectrum and all struggling to learn social skills and how to interact with others.

I picked Mason up from class last night at 6p. It was the first time he had seen me all day since I had to leave for the office before he was up. As usual he tackled me with an enthusiastic “HI DADDY”!

That’s always the highlight of my day.

Anyhow… Mason and I have a routine when we see each other in the afternoon. The routine consists of me peppering him with questions.

1 “How are you Mason?”

2 “What did you eat for lunch today?”

3 “Who did you sit with at lunch today?”

4 “What did you do in class today?”

Usually I get very short answers…

1 Fine,

2 Pizza

3 Emily, Sophia, Dalton

4 Computers

Last night was no different. I buckled him up in his car seat and started to head for home. One of Mason’s favorite stims is to recite various Winnie the Pooh stories he hears on the car CD player. He was reciting, almost verbatim, the entire story of “The Blustery Day”. (When I say entire story, I mean it)

"Once upon a time in the Hundred Acre Woods......" I heard from the back seat.

I, always curious to how his day was, asked him the usual questions with some new ones added in to break up the routine.

He paused and quickly answered, but I could tell by the tone in his voice that he was annoyed.

Something about Piglet.......and rain....and a note.

I interrupted with the questions, and he kept pausing and answering.

After each answer, he’d eagerly continue where he left off with the Winnie the Pooh story.

I posed a final question that proved to be the straw that broke the camels back.

His reply ….

“DAD STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS!!!!”

Comedic shock.

I laughed so hard I nearly lost control of the car