This is what I came down to this morning. Actually I went upstairs to get Jonathan a pair of socks. He was supposed to be finishing his breakfast and taking his medication. Ideally he would've so moved onto the next steps and packed his backpack to be ready to walk out the door to the bus.
When I was upstairs with Faith, it was suspiciously quiet downstairs. I kept calling down, "Jonathan, are you eating breakfast?" He called up assuring me that he was.
So I was surprised when I walked into the kitchen to see him standing on a glass end table with his face in the clock.
"What are you doing?"
"I wanted to see if the minute hand actually moves. Guess what? It does!"
I would really like to understand what goes on in his mind. Last week "out of the blue" he wanted to know, "Do you ever wonder how a calculator adds numbers?"
I said, "No. I never wondered that. Why?"
"Because I wonder."
