A mom, a dad and their toddler walk into the front yard...
The sun starts to set and the parents attempt to round up...
Oh, heck who am I kidding? You all have kids. You know that the minute that one of the kids playing has to go inside one of the other ones freaks out like never before. Tonight the one freaking out was my kid. He freaked out so hard he banged his head on the door going in the house, which made him so mad he peed his pants. Which made me laugh hysterically, because I am that kind of mom that laughs hysterically when her kid is freaking out.
Normally if I didn't have a kid like Bacon I probably wouldn't have laughed as hard, but with him it is never just a little upset, it is always Priscilla Queen Of The Desert Drag Queen style freak out. ALWAYS.
He didn't get the right sauce on his hot dog? Drag Queen Freak Out.
He didn't get to go play with his BFF because he has a fever? Drag Queen Freak Out.
You looked at him the wrong way at 10 am, yup, you got it Drag Queen Freak Out.
Now, I have nothing against Drag Queens. I like them. They really are some of the nicest people you will ever meet. The kind of freak out I am talking about are the ones in the movies. The "pretend" ones. (Or the one I am sure you would see if two queens showed up at a party in the same dress. But with less cutting.) I don't know where he gets it. Much less the energy to do it multiple times a day.
Yes, some days it gets to me. Grates at my soul like a bald tire on hot pavement at high speeds. Other times though, I just laugh, because there is nothing that I can do to stop it. (Believe me we've tried.) There is nothing that I can do to change it. (Except pray that there is some cure on the horizon of Asperger's and other forms of Autism.) Honestly though, I don't know what I would do if it was any other way...because it never has been any other way around here.