My son is so happy and bouncy in the morning -- every morning -- that I'd need to take dangerously high doses of illegal drugs to come anywhere near it. I look at that manic grin and think, 'Where did this come from?' It's infectious. Well, it's infectious if I haven't been up too late, but even then it's hard to be too mad at somebody who's that high on life. He's a nuclear happiness missile, he's targeted at me, and in the grandest military tradition he attacks at dawn.
Oh, and my kid with the autistic sensory sensitivities is a big Blue Angels fan. Go figure.
Oh, and my kid with the autistic sensory sensitivities is a big Blue Angels fan. Go figure.
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Date: 2004-08-08 02:31 am (UTC)From:Gah! And here I was cringing under the covers when they flew over. SO LOUD.
Did you take him out to see them?
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Date: 2004-08-08 08:40 am (UTC)From: