I speak.
I speak again.
I speak a third time and he stares straight ahead.
Sometimes I give a direction, "Can you go to the silverware drawer and grab me a spoon...?"
He'll walk toward the drawer where the silverware is kept and open a different drawer and start playing with something he sees....a baggie...a pen...a paperclip.
He'll ask a question, "What is this?"
I'll get sidetracked and want to answer till I realize, "Hey, where is that spoon?"
He looks at me..."Oh."
He's back to looking for the spoon.
Not even a teenager, this kid is 10. I've had his hearing tested, I've had his mind analyzed.
Tonight my husband walks in the door, kisses me as I say, "Babe, don't worry about finding the tissues anymore, I found them. They were in the cabinet all along."
Without saying a word, he walks back out the door and is gone for 10 minutes.
He comes in, "I can't find those tissues anywhere!"
Oh boy....maybe it's genetic?
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