Today during Sacrament Meeting Porter (4) kept hitting his head and falling to the floor. I tried and tried to get him to stop, but he continued. I started to worry about what had caused this self beating and remembered to when I used to volunteer to help a little autistic girl and of how sometimes she would do this. Everything in the chapel became quiet as my thoughts began to yell in my head. “Why won’t he stop? What is going on?” Then I followed his gaze to across the isle at Lindsey Jones (a six year old). She was staring his way and giggling at every slug he gave to himself. He would pop back up and smile back at her and begin again. At every recovery, his head now sporting a few pink spots from the blows, there she was with her long blonde hair and big brown eyes giving every ounce of her attention to my four year old son and he wasn’t going to stop for the world. Being quite relieved, I asked him, “Were you hitting yourself to make that girl laugh?” “Yes,” he laughed a little embarrassed and I laughed just thankful it wasn’t for any other reason. He then told me how pretty she was and said, “She’s saying, ‘Oh, my lovely husband.’” I guess that’s good. At least he doesn’t think he’s going to marry me anymore.
Here is a picture of Porter chatting with is grandad at a party we had at our house with Glenn's family.