Kitten balls, and a peek into parenting an Aspie child.
A few minutes ago, getting Fiala ready for a nap, she spied some white fluff on the bathroom sink. “Mama, may I have a sof’, sof’ kitten ball?”
I hand one to her, correcting with a hearty laugh, “They’re cotton balls, not kitten balls.”
She gives me a mischievous look, grinning while stroking her cheek with the “kitten” ball, “Mee-ow, mee-ow.”
And this is awesome. I could easily see myself having a very similar conversation with Grant. (My son Grant has a learning disorder that is very much akin to Asperger’s Syndrome. It’s called Nonverbal Learning Disorder, and it’s like Asperger’s MINUS obsessions, but with the ADDITION of fine and gross motor skill issues. He was diagnosed when he was four, and is now 11.)