Whitterer on Autism

“I hate em.”

“I know dear.”

“I hate em all.”

“Indeed.”

“I hate all sauces.”

“Yes, you mentioned that already.”

“They’re gross, disgusting, pukey.  I hate em all.”

“Yes, yes, and yes.  I know.”

“Did you know dere’s one sauce I like?”

“What?  But you hate sauce, all sauces.  Everyone knows that.  You say it often enough.  In fact I’m si…….nevermind.”

“D’you wanna know what it is being? The one sauce of which I am liking?”

“I don’t believe there’s a sauce on the planet that you will either eat or like.”

“Sausages…get it?  Sauce ages.”