adventures in Asperger's

IKEA got a shipment of the desk I wanted for the Wendling yesterday, so I went to pick one up, and my son decided to come with me. Since I knew what I wanted and where to find it, I went in the exit, which is closer to the warehouse area than the entrace. After a few seconds I noticed that my son wasn't following me. I looked back, and he was frozen to the floor under the exit sign, almost panicked at the thought that we were breaking the rules by going in through the out door. I retrieved him, and assured him that nothing bad would happen.