The schedule: The stickers that cover the band-aids:
One thing I love about George (maybe it's common among autistic kids?) is that once a band-aid is slapped on, the pain is over. He went from screaming bloody murder, arched back, red face, and betrayal shining in the eyes trained on my face....to nothing. All done. Life's good. Can we go now?
It's a good thing, I know, but what about meeeee????? My ears are still ringing and I feel the need to apologize to him over and over.
He just looks at me like I'm crazy and reaches for a fry. It's all good.