Phobias

I have to admit that when we got the paperwork back saying that Aaron is moderately autistic, I was a bit surprised. Then last night happened, and I see it more. Aaron had been asking for two weeks to go to Chili’s. Since their service has gotten better, we’ve been going once in awhile again. Here’s how the fiasco goes down:

First, Chili’s changed their menu again. Three of the four of us were actually looking forward to the half turkey sandwich and cup of soup combo. It’s GONE. Not on the menu anymore. We weren’t impressed. Especially since one of those people who wanted it was Asperger’s boy. It took us 10 minutes just to find him something else he was willing to eat. Oh, and our waiter, while awesome at his job, the toast is NOT better than the bun for the turkey sandwich. We like our sandwiches on buns.

Then we get our food. We’re eating, then Aaron declares he’s done after about four bites. The culprit – a pink child’s coat at the next table trimmed in fur. He was terrified of it. They had it up on the back of the booth, and a bag had been covering it. Somehow the bag got moved, and then Aaron could see it. If Zach happened to move and block Aaron’s line of sight, Aaron told Zach to move. He HAD to keep that coat in his line of sight at all times. You know, in case it got up, walked over, and attacked him. I ended up holding Aaron with one arm and eating with one hand the rest of the meal. We brought his food home.

I never thought I’d say this, but fur coats (real or fake) are now on my evil list. One ruined my dinner out. If you want to blame it on the fact that I only had a few hours of sleep, you can, but just say no to fur.