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Now there’s a temper tantrum I never thought I’d see. A few days ago, TJ decided to throw a fit about carrots.
Maybe one of the characters on Noggin was eating a carrot. I don’t know what started it. But he decided he wanted carrots. I had to apologize to him for not having any carrots in the house. I’d bought some for him, but I sent them with Grandma Kitty because she takes care of him three days a week.
So I ended up with a little boy who was jumping up and down screaming, “Mommy, I want carrots! I want carrots, Mommy! I want carrots!”
We called Grandma Kitty, and he convinced her to come over and visit… and bring the carrots with her. She went to lunch with us afterwards, so it wasn’t just for the carrots… but he must’ve asked me about the carrots every three minutes until she got here!
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
