Children on the autism spectrum lack the ability to engage in pretend play.
Don’t forget that, ok? It’s important. We’ll come back to in a minute. But first, how about a few pictures from Sunday night dinner?
Ashley is thirsty. I’ll give her some Diet Coke.
(No, it’s not Diet Coke. No, we don’t drink Diet Coke. It’s a cup of ice that the waitress brought for the doll when Brooke announced that she was thirsty and that she would like a Diet Coke.)
Ashley is tired. I’ll give her a nap.
(I don’t know which I like better – the napkin blanket or the crayon pillow.)
Ashley wants to eat spaghetti. I made her some.
(Breadsticks make startlingly realistic spaghettis, no?)
Hey, Katie, we can be in a band! I’ll play the flute.
(A piece of styrofoam packing material will work just fine.)
Time to go home, Ashley. You need to buckle up.
(Safety first, kids.)
You would sit in the back, Mama. I will drive.
(Yes, I actually sat in the back and she pretended to drive us home. No, I wouldn’t give her the keys.)
And just for fun, let’s add in one from Monday morning. When Ashley joined some friends to watch the family production of The Three Little Pigs.
Ashley and Jesus are tight. I think she likes his hair.
OK, so let’s review, shall we?
“Children on the autism spectrum lack the ability to engage in pretend play.”
Damn, what’s that word I’m looking for?
Give me a sec; I’ll think of it.
Oh, yeah …
Ed Note: I’ll be unable to blog for the next few days. (All good, just headed out of town and leaving the laptop behind.) Please feel free to talk amongst yourselves on the COMMUNITY SUPPORT PAGE and I’ll see you next week. ~ xo J :)