Today my autistic son celebrated his 13th birthday.
He didn't want a party, but he wanted the next book of Harry Potter, and the promise that we would take him to the next Harry Potter movie.
OK. No problem with that.
It's always fun to go somewhere with him.
Not because his behaviour, but because he just looks like Harry Potter.
A friend who asked what he got from us was told that he didn't get any birthdaypresents from us.
When I confronted him with the fact the he would get the first book etc., he smiled.
"Well, that's joy for the future."
Luckily his father found some music boxes in the sales, after I'd told him to go and look for something little.
I meant chewinggum or so, but I guess he felt some sense of guilt after starting a row with me about spoiling the boy.
