As Ian munched on his waffles this morning, I babbled while making a list of food that we needed from the supermarket. When Ian couldn't talk, we talked constantly for a few years until he got the hang of it. That habit of constant speech stuck, and now I talk to myself like an insane person. 

"Yogurt. Granola. Eggs. Cheese. Ian, I need a lot of thing from the grocery store." 

Ian picked his head up from his breakfast and said, "The grocery store. You have to go to the GROSS-ery store? You have to buy gross stuff? Eeeew. That's yucky!" Then he laughed at his own joke until tears came out of eyes. 

There are scientists who say that kids on the spectrum are incapable of having a sense of humor and lack creativity. Those scientists are GROSS. 

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