The Boy is having a Halloween party tonight with his friends. TheBoyWithNoEar and TheBoyWhoTouchesNoses are coming round for tea. After tea, they are going trick or treating. Now, The BoyWhoTouchesNoses doesn't like strangers. The Boy likes knocking on doors but doesn't like it when people answer them. And TheBoyWithNoEar doesn't like sweets.
So, here's the plan. I will drive my car along the side of the road. Every 15 metres I will pull over, and they will 'trick or treat' me. One at a time, through the passenger side window. I will act surprised, hand TheBoyWithNoEar some grapes. The Boy will ask me my name and I will pretend to be someone different. He will want a Trick, which means I will have to be rude to him and tell him a joke about poo. I can tell the same joke over and over, it doesn't matter. In fact, that is very much the preferred option. TheBoyWhoTouchesNoses will want sweets left on the passenger seat so there is no physical contact at all. The sweets must remain wrapped due to cross-contamination issues. I will then drive the car up the road for 15 metres, and repeat the same thing. For two hours.
So, if you see a strange bloke hanging out of a car in Lewisham giving kids sweets and calling them poo, don't worry, it's only me. Happy Halloweeeeeeeeennnnnnn!!!!!
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.