3:00pm on a Sunday afternoon.

What does that mean at your house?

At my house it means Rock is going stark raving mad, refuses to take a friggin nap and has asked to go outside about 467 times until I finally throw on my nikes make an exasperated huff out the door with him.

As we head outside we notice our neighbor (close to Rock's age) has his motorized jeep and is cruising up and down the street. Now, the Rock has a motorized CAR - but it's not a cool 2 seater JEEP. I offer to get the car out for him. He says no. That's code for "that car sucks". So I tell him to go and ask the neighbor if he can ride. Neighbor says no. Rock freaks out and tries to get in the jeep anyway. Here we go..................

Neighbor usually says yes - so this has totally rocked Rockstars world. It becomes obvious that he is either going to hurt someone or himself if he doesn't get in that jeep. #1 Dad has to go get him for some consolation.

Now granted - my child is a little weird. Ok - he's a lot weird. He likes to get in your personal space, sits to close, says strange things, hugs too hard and stares at you in the eye until you feel violated. It should be ok that our sweet neighbor just wasn't in the mood today.

But it's not ok. It sucks to see your child get their feelings hurt. I walk over to assess the damage. #1 Dad is smiling but says to me through his teeth "I don't care how much it is, or how you pay for it - but you'd better go to Toys R Us tomorrow and get the best d* jeep they have. We aren't going to see him hurt like this again".

I can hardly wait - I'm like a kid on Christmas Eve. The next day I drop the two angels off at school and make a beeline to the motor car section of Toys R Us. I am tempted to get the Escalade - shiny black with tinted windows and bright shiny rims. I wonder if they spin. Ok that one is $800 so I keep looking. Then I see it. It's big. It's grey. It has 2 seats and huge orange headlights. I snatch the ticket and put 300 bills on the Mastercard. I don't care. I just wanted to see Rock's face when he sees it.

Now.........was this the right way to handle the situation? No. I know that. We should teach him about sharing and how sometimes you have to play with your own toys, blah blah blah. But it sure felt good seeing him jump out of the car after school and run straight to it and hit the gas. He didn't even slow down for his lil brother to get in the passenger seat. He took off like a bat out of hell and never looked back.

So - just put that one on our running "autism tab"........the best debt we will ever have.