my son, the neurodiversitist

Overheard at the dinner table tonight...

Staci, Owen, and Cassidy were talking about a converstaion from earlier in the afternoon about wishes. Staci asked Owen, "Do you remember my wish?"

"Hmmm... no?"

"My wish was that Grant would learn to talk."

"It's ok, Mom. Grant has his own language! He's ok." Smiles all around the table, and then he continued in a whisper, "Mom, I changed my wish."

"You did?"

He leans into her ear and whispers, "I love you mom."

Melting ensued.