Random Esquire

I have been reading The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, a book narrated by a fifteen year old boy with autism. I knew nothing about autism until I read this book. He refuses to eat anything yellow or brown, relaxes by moaning, takes everything at face value, etc.

So, I thought about it and I do not think there is any way to deny that Little Filthy must be autistic. Let me walk you through it.

First, he only eats brown things. Morning meal: brown kibble. Evening meal: brown kibble. In-between-snacking: Poo. He cries when he is upset and does not even try to hide it. He is unable to filter out joggers while walking, even when mid-leap-frog. (That is how we refer to what he is doing when he assumes the position, so to speak. He “plays leapfrog.” You get the picture. When he is lifts his leg, I refer to it as “spraying for weeds.”) He is unfailingly sincere.

I’m raising an autistic fecalphiliac with prader-willi.

I got his school pictures back today. He combed down his hair like we reminded him but forgot that his harness was showing.