When Patrick was four, he still had hardly put two words together. I got a little overzealous with the abundance of organic sweet potatoes I could get at the grocery store and started baking lots of fries. Then I found this on his chair at the dinner table one day…
It was then that we knew it was in there, he just hadn’t found a way to verbalize it. Fast forward to age 11… he is fully verbal, included, not accommodated for at school and has a couple of “typical” friends. (We still have some concerning social deficits, the reason behind my last post ). He is as much of an aggravating big brother as there could be, and tonight he really made little sister angry. She stormed off to her room, and he put this note under her door.
Now tell me yours!
xoxo – Blaze