Poop.

Poop.

Poop.

poop. poop. poop.

That's the last time I say my son doesn't do something that people say
autistic kids do. I swear every time I do, he starts it up (I said he
didn't smear back when he was first diagnosed. but then, he was only
2.5 then, bout a year or so ago - god it feels like ages).

I get to clean the bathtub.

again.

I cleaned it out this morning....

I guess it's better in the bathtub than in his bedroom. or on my bed.