I hang from the door jam after a long and wearisome day for a few moments, as I wait for the play date victim to be collected, late.
My son and his victim stumble past me, a very obvious obstacle. The passage on either side is obvious to most people but they both bumble into me nonetheless. This is not because they are clumsy, but both lack a certain degree of spatial awareness.
His friend pauses and turns back to observe me, from head to toe and then back up again.
My son gives him a little shove, “iz o.k. Mom’s jus holdin up the house a bit.” It's the kind of intimate nudge between pals, a little over enthusiastic, but perfectly socially acceptable.
The xylophone snaps of spinal relief are very welcome.
“I fink………..yur mom is broke!”
Can I help it if I have monkey arms!
If you enjoy caption competitions and photographs, you may wish to nip along to"DJ Kirkby" over at "Chez Aspie" and test your brain power.
...holding up the house...
ReplyDeletepriceless!
side note, I'm sure you can relate, I had to fill out the GARS, CARS, and the ASDS forms last night for the school psychologist and Kevin's triannual testing. Your sons are great orators in comparison, I had to mark all the communication questions very low.