ha roads! look, we can drive on you!! take that!!).
James and I cast several sideways glances as Toads No.1 and 2 basically didn't pause for breath as Toad No.1 waxed lyrical (and at admirable length) about guns (he's 12, no further explanation necessary), while Toad no.2 happily discussed the merits of tabby cats as opposed to black cats...apparantly tabby cats are a bit "wild", an it is of vital importance that black cats are jet black.
The irony wasn't lost on us that we were on out way to buy an iTouch for Bob, who hasn't very much speech at all.
A friend of ours always says of kids; "You spend the first year trying to get them to walk and talk...and the next 18 years telling them to sit down and shut up".
Bob's ability to communicate is developing, but we have some hope that the iTouch will foster a desire to communicate, as he seems to have inherited his Daddy's inspector gadget genes.
It's kinda strange that we're really glad Bob was born now, and not 20, or 50, or 100 years ago. Now he has a fighting chance to become the person he is meant to be. He won't be flung in an embarrassed heap to an 'assylum', or mis-diagnosed as schizophrenic, or institutionalised and sedated.
Now we have enlightened pioneers who can see beyond the horizon, and say "hey, lets try something new and innovative to get the best out of our autie kids". There are people who are inspired by the ordinary things they see every day. Angels walk among us.
In a few weeks it is possible that the iTouch will lie gathering dust (although I seriously doubt it), but what it had engineered is another layer of hope...our kids are not the forgotten generation and we are lucky enough to live in a time when there are special people who can breathe life into that hope.