Monday, September 16, 2013

Tripping the light fantastic

I think this is the first day since school started three weeks ago that I haven't gotten a call from the office, an e-mail from the team, or a note in the backpack.

I'm choosing to take it as a good sign.

Tonight at dinner, I thought I'd try to explore a little to find out how the day had really gone.

"So, Bud," I asked, "what was the best thing at school today?"

"Well," he answered excitedly, "the best thing was doing ballroom dancing in gym class!"

"Ballroom dancing?"  I said.  "Really?"

"Yeah!" he replied.

"That's cool!"  I enthused.

"That IS cool!" he responded.

Then we returned to eating our dinner and I started to think about it some more.

"Wait," I said.  "Was EVERYONE doing ballroom dancing or was it just you?"

"It was just me," he said.


I have to tell you:  Sometimes I wish I were a lot more like Bud.


tinykittenz said...

Hehehe! Love it! ♡♥♡

Robin said...

What was his favorite dance?

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Meredith said...

I just love Bud!

Anonymous said...

Bahahahahahahaha! I love that guy!

Anonymous said...

Sometimes, I wish I were a little more like Bud too!

heath said...

We should all dance, whether others around us are or not!

kal said...

Love this :)

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kristi said...

Fantastic! My son loves loves loves to sing and he is oblivious to who is around. In public some days I have to shush him but most of the time I don't!

Miz Kizzle said...

I don't try to sell anything on the internet by commenting about it in other people's blogs, but if I did, I'd sell T-shirts that say "Bud is Awesome!"

Liz Templen said...

I have been sitting on the computer for hours, and I somehow found your blog. I can't stop reading. As a mom of a 2 ½ year old just starting down the ASD path, it is so great to read the happiness that radiates out of your posts. I look forward to reading much more in the future.