Whitterer on Autism

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I like to think that this tribute to Garfield is directly related to my son’s increased diet. Well……Garfield does have very winning ways.

If you’re looking for something different for Mother’s Day, then how about a “goat?” I just love “Oxfam.”

My daughter is safely back from Science Camp together with the “cartoons.”

If you’re in need of other freebies and giveaways then you could do a lot worse than to nip along to a new site that I recently discovered called “We are THAT family” where you can find a pleasant introduction to the “clan here.”

Please add your name to my two giveaways if you haven’t already as the end of April approaches:-

“here” or “here.”

Meanwhile the “Pi” dishes are still languishing in the kiln up at the studio but any day soon now……so if you don’t want to miss them you may wish to subscribe to my RSS feed at “Etsy” or “twitter,” as I do not blog in real time.

Yesterday I was over at 5 Minutes for Special needs Moms “here” at “Five Minutes for Special Needs Mums,” so if you’re willing to subject your blog to a withering “review,” just let us know?

“Argh! Don’t touch me!”
“Why? What’s the matter dear?”
“Do not be touching me wiv your poison finger.”
“It’s alright I washed them after I made the peanut butter sandwiches.
“No!”
“No what? My hands are clean. My fingers are clean.”
“No you are be having dah wart.”
“Wart?”
“Yes.”
“Oh that. It’s tiny. I’m surprised you even noticed?”
“I am notice poison and I am notice wart.”
“That’s not a wart.”
“Yes it is. I am not wanting dah warts.”
“It’s not a wart, honest, look?”
“No.”
“Do you remember last night when I screamed……when I burned my finger…..?
“Squeak.”
“Pardon?”
“Not scream………lil ole squeak.”
“Ah……so when I squeaked I squeaked because I burned my finger……now it’s turned into a blister……not a wart.”
“Blister! Blister? What is a blister is being?”
“It’s a little bubble of skin where the cells have di……burned. It’s very painful like a paper cut.”
“Blister is pain?”
“Very. You know how it is, anything on your finger tips seems ten times bigger than it really is.”
“Ten times paining?”
“Indeed.” He takes my hand in his, gently, like a fragile piece of porcelain and licks the blip, mother cat style, subjecting himself to cross contamination and any number of other evil vilenesses. He looks up, into my eyes, “all better now,” and flits away at the speed of light.

Today I am also over “here” at “Five Minutes for Special Needs Mums,” so if you’re willing to subject your blog to a withering review, just let us know?

The two giveaways are still open ready for your name either “here” or “here.”

Cheers dears

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