The boy woke up at 4.30am on Christmas Day.
"Dad!", he called from my bedroom door, "Can I come in with you? I'm scared." The poor thing was white as a sheet. "I've had a really bad nightmare."
"What is it matey?"
"I dreamt that I only got one present."
Happy New Year to all! Let's make 2013 a brilliant one! May all your dreams co..... you get the idea.
This blog is about bringing up The Boy. He's 12 years old and autistic. It's written by The Dad. It's my words, my view. Other people will think differently and have different opinions. Good.