After the game, I had them each add a bottle of polish to their bags.
It turned out to be quite a successful party. The girls had a great time and I didn't spend a boatload of cash. Win!
|Please enjoy this nice drawing of a cat.|
(No offense to dog people. I like dog people. We can disagree about pets and still be friends.)
|I've come to smash your pots and take all your rupees!|
Just to be clear, I'm not feeling blue. This is my happy day. I even wrote a song for the occasion. (Sung to the tune of The Sound of Music's Favorite Things.)
There has been a letter going around the internet that a woman sent to a mother with an autistic child. It is rude and cruel. If you haven't read it, the link is here. I know the woman in question will never see this, but I'm going to post it anyway.
Dear Pissed Off Mom,
I do not have an autistic child. My kids are, as you put it, normal. In fact, my kids are very bright. All three read well above their grade level. My oldest son even skipped 7th grade math and went straight to 8th grade honors math.
When we first moved into the house we live in now, there was a little boy in our neighborhood that scared my son. This was about nine years ago so my son would have been five. This little boy often hit him and my tender hearted son couldn't understand why someone would be so mean. I didn't understand either, but didn't do anything since he wasn't hurting anything but my son's feelings. After a while, we learned this boy was autistic.
I sat my son down and explained to him that this boy's brain was wired differently. He had a hard time telling what was right and what was wrong. I told him that the boy was still loved by Heavenly Father, even though he was different. My son looked doubtful and opted to avoid the kid. I didn't blame him. No one likes to be hit.
|Cub Scouts unite!|