Hallee swims every week in school. Last week I sent in what she considers an incorrectly colored towel. It was green. She wanted white. Any parent of an autistic kid knows that once these kids get an idea in their heads, it may as well be written in stone. It’s nearly impossible to redirect them once they get going.
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Me & the hater of green towels.
I even got a note sent home in her agenda book saying she wanted a white towel, not a green one. So today was swimming day. I forgot the white towel again and she had to use the *gasp* green towel.
She came home all agitated, hands flapping, the works. She kept the echolalia going in a steady stream, I could hardly get a word in edgewise. Finally, I used the LOUD MOM VOICE.
Me: Hallee. Hallee. Hallee.
Hallee: Not a green towel, why you do a green towel, where’s the white towel? Oh, Mommy. Why you do that? 10th grade was pink towels, I’m in 11th grade, we have white towels (repeat this about 20 times).
Me: HALLEE!
Hallee: What?
Me: I missed you today. Did you miss me?
Hallee: I missed my towel.
