I hate it when people give him things and let him through ‘because he’s cute’.

Yeah, I know he’s freaking cute. He’s also the devil’s spawn and a totally manipulative little soul with a smile that could charm paint off walls. But he’ll still be waiting in the FRICKEN QUEUE. Behind all the other people.

Because that’s where he belongs- in his place. I like to tell them that, too. Then I get a sympathetic smile that makes me want a magic lamp. One that will make said person his birth mother, for 48 emotionally manipulative hours.

7.    I hate it when I have to listen to the same freaking movie yet again because I’m too lazy to make PECS communication cards with a greater range of movies than The Lion King and Frozen. IT’S ON THE TO DO LIST. Let it go.

6.    I hate it when he doesn’t eat his dinner, and I have to give him Sustagen for Kids. It makes me feel like I failed at parenting. Then I remember I created a beautiful, empathetic soul of a Big Sister almost exactly one decade ago who had even worse eating issues. She can even make her own 2 minute noodles! And then I high five myself.