And We Have A Runner

While I am sincerely and deeply grateful to the seven policemen who returned Will home a few Saturdays ago, due to detecting where he lived from the autism magnets on our cars; they (well, really anyone who doesn’t live it) don’t really get it. One of the policemen was really disturbed that Will was wearing pajama bottoms and not wearing shoes. I was just happy he was wearing pants! I didn’t say anything about that because I felt he would further lower his opinion of my mothering skills, but it took four months before he would wear pants, a coat, and boots outside in the snow!

So pants – smants.