My kiddo is a crafty evil genius. Just when I am ready to rip my hair out of my head over something he is doing, he pulls out the big guns. Do you want to know what he does? Of course you do!
He is a master hugger/snuggler. The sneaky sonofabitch!
The idea of kids with autism are not affectionate could not be further from the truth with my boy. He is a love bug. A hugging machine who can wipe any memory of why I was annoyed at a behavior of his by climbing on the couch at the end of the day next to me and snuggling in. He's a Svengali with my heart. Before I know it, I am a puddle of "Awwww" and have forgotten about the 15 times out I gave him that day.
Also, he is like ridiculously good looking. Seriously. It's almost unfair to other kids he shares a class picture with.
Plus his other super power? Acting cute. That bastard!
He'll go sweetly pet the dog while singing a made up song, like "Dogs Are Great". Oh you are not familiar with the lyrics? They are as followed:
Dogs are great!
Dogs are fun!
Dogs are furry!
I love dogs!
By the show stopping conclusion of "Dogs are Great" I forgive him for dumping out the entire container of hand soap for kicks. Or having tried to see if he could in fact pop out the dogs eyes. (the dog and the kiddo have a very codependent relationship).
And I think for about 30 seconds that life is perfect.