And this is how we make the ladies at the post office laugh....

My son, age 9, has Asperger's Syndrome. For those who aren't aware of what that is, it is part of the Autism spectrum, and basically makes him unable to comprehend or process emotions - his, and other people's - properly, among other things. It also makes him really unaware of how to act in most situations. 

This has lead to some interesting, and sometimes embarrassing scenarios. There's nothing like having to drag a 90-lb. kid who is almost as tall as you out of a store because he's having a complete and utter meltdown, and the entirety of shoppers at Target are now staring, ever so thankful that they are not you and that is not their kid right now. Or, an equivalent amount of staring when an obviously-little voice drops the "f-bomb" in a somewhat quiet restaurant.

Those are the bad days.

Today, however, was a good day, and after two hours of sitting at the doctor's office for his monthly check-in, he was still in rather high spirits. It was also a musical day, where he has been randomly been bursting into song. Like the song "I'm stuck on two legs, so someone please help me" song about our cat - a rather long story - sung to the tune of the Band-Aid commercial theme song.

We ventured to the post office this afternoon, something I dread doing but a necessary evil when you're in the business of selling things online, and sometimes completely unavoidable. Most days I happily hand the mail carrier my packages in my pajamas. Today I was not so fortunate.

And at the post office, thankfully empty when we entered with no line, my son decided to break into a rendition of his made-up-on-the-spot "slushies" song, because a quick stop at the convenience store for really good behavior all day was going to earn him one of his favorite frosty treats as soon as we got out of post office hell.

The last line of this song, of course, was a climactic "I love slushiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeesssssss" (draw that phrase out for about 45 seconds, folks!) "because they're like snowwwflllaaaaaakeeeess dancing in my mouth" and him twirling around, arms extended, as I finished paying for our packages and thanking the nice lady at the counter for the 20th time for being so patient. To which, both ladies at the counter burst out laughing.... along with the other 15 or so customers in the line that formed behind us while we were at the counter.

So glad this was a good day.......