During the sacrament Will crumpled a piece a
paper. He handed it to me with the
instruction, “Trash.” I took the paper
from him and put it on the other side of me planning on throwing it away after
the meeting. Will reached around me
grabbed the paper, stood up, walked down the aisle, bumped two deacons out his
way and ran out of the chapel. Since I
knew where he was going I stayed in my seat.
Two minutes later he returned, bumped the same two deacons out his way
made his way back to the pew and sat down beside me.
Later in the meeting, during a beautiful musical
number,Will leaned over my lap and started chanting, "I'm cursed, I'm
cursed!" The people in the pew
behind us started giggling. I put my
fingers over Will's mouth and tried to shush him. He just peeled them off and started saying it
again. I looked down at the rest of my
family. Their shoulders were convulsing
with laugher which was tremendously helpful because then Will realized he was
sooo funny!
Well played Autism, well played!
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