Wednesday, January 16, 2013

My autistic son smells my hair every morning to make sure that I'm still me. If I'm gone, and he get stressed, he's been known to bring my hairspray to his dad as if to ask, "Where is she?" Last night's power outage must have stressed him. I have spent all day trying to locate the hairspray that he apparently swiped sometime in the night.

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