One of the bedtime books Jacqueline and I are reading is The Neddiad: How Neddie Took the Train, Went to Hollywood, and Saved Civilization by Daniel Pinkwater (highly recommended! ). At the beginning of each chapter, there's a small drawing, and I always ask Jacqueline what she thinks it is. Sometimes it's hard to tell. On tonight's chapter, the picture was of a strange-looking hat. When I asked Jacqueline what it was, she replied, "A leaf!" I said "No, try again." She looked at it and said, "Underwear!" (Which I can see.) "No," I said, after I had stopped laughing. "Try again!" She looked at it again and said, "Underwear on a stick!" I really couldn't hope for anything better than that, could I?
P.S. The next morning I thought I'd ask Joe (who is also autistic) what he thought about the picture from The Neddiad. I showed it to him and asked him what it was. He said, "A shamrock." A pretty good guess...and a surprising one. I said, "No, try again." He said, "A leaf." I said, "No, try again." He said, "A hat." Hmpf. What do you think about that?
P.S. The next morning I thought I'd ask Joe (who is also autistic) what he thought about the picture from The Neddiad. I showed it to him and asked him what it was. He said, "A shamrock." A pretty good guess...and a surprising one. I said, "No, try again." He said, "A leaf." I said, "No, try again." He said, "A hat." Hmpf. What do you think about that?
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