This morning over breakfast, I mentioned to Otto the recent article showing that March conceptions are most likely to result in autistic kids, which I find fascinating. (I like to think I’d find it fascinating even if Monkey hadn’t been a March conception, but whatever.)
Monkey was immersed in his cereal bowl but I could tell he was listening. “Isn’t that weird, bud?” I asked him. “I mean, weird that it’s apparently true, and that they figured it out. And… I dunno, could you even imagine what you’d be like if you didn’t have Asperger’s? I can’t.”
He immediately leapt up from the table, stiffened his arms at his sides, and intoned, “Hello. How are you. I am fine.”
“If you didn’t have Asperger’s you’d be… a robot?” I asked, confused.
He laughed. “No, I’d just be totally dull, no creativity or anything. BORING!” He laughed again and went back to his cereal.
Lord, I just love that kid.