Because I always enjoy taking my little bud out to different places I would often take him with me to Starbucks. He loved the Raspberry Mocha and I had to fight him over mine all the time. Also had to fight him for the chocolate mint brownie…which he couldn’t shove into his little mouth fast enough. He is surely his grandmother’s grand”sun.” I, my friends am a raging chocoholic and proud of it. In Drake’s case I created a monster.
We were sitting at a table kinda doing our kinda stuff when something ticked him off. “When he gets ticked off” is an expression I use for MAN DID IT GET UGGGGLY because it is kinder and gentler, and it sounds so much better. Truth be known he had a raging meltdown (translated loosely as screaming)…probably wanted to show the public what a real meltdown is, and proceeded to fling the Venti Raspberry Mocha all over the floor. People looked aghast. Boy is that kid spoiled was written all over their faces. Boo hoo hoo…I thought…go bark up another tree! The people working there were great because they know all about this little guy and their faces said IT IS OK. My face must have said, UGH! $4.00 all over the floor. His face said, what? what? Did I do something wrong grandma? Never my love, never. We just have to teach you what is right. I would also like to add they replaced his drink!
Like I said earlier, sometimes Autism wins and sometimes Grandma wins. This was score one for Autism. Can’t win them all…at least right away. Now he can go in and order his drink and put on his restaurant manners. Way to go my love…
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