This just in:
New evidence that Bud is continuing to make strides, both in asserting his independence and in exhibiting neurotypical responses to parental input.
At bedtime this evening, Bud and I were headed to his room to put on his jammies and I got sidetracked (by which I mean that I stopped to show my mother the OK Go treadmill video on YouTube. She was impressed that it had gotten three million hits until I told her that two million of them were from me.)
Anyway, when I finally got back to what I was doing I discovered that Bud had gone into his room and closed the door behind him. I heard him talking and banging things around in his room, and thought he was just playing, passing the time, and waiting for me to show. So I did what I have been doing for the past seven-and-a-half years when Bud's on one side of a door and I'm on the other - I opened the door and started walking in.
Bud was bare-chested and was in the final stages of pulling on his pajama bottoms. His head whipped toward the door when he heard it open, and his face registered shock and annoyance.
"Hey!" he shouted. "Gimme a minute!"
I quickly apologized and shut the door.
Then I remembered that Bud and I have never had an exchange like that. "Gimme a minute?" Seriously, "Gimme a minute?"
That wasn't a script. That was Bud. That was Bud being annoyed. That was Bud being annoyed by me.
And so begins the next chapter of our lives.