So, I just found out last night that H, the Muslim girl, has been all over the inside of our house. I am trying to re-home Cousin P's cat, and difficult child blurted out, "Yeah, H really wants him but she can't have animals."
"She's met him?"
"Yeah, she held him."
Aiyaiyai!
"The next time you do something like that, give me warning so I can make the beds."
He rolled his eyes.
"Did she see your room?"
"She walked past it."
"Did she wonder why you don't have a door?"
"Yeah, she asked, but I told her it was a long story."
Hmm. I think I should move my book collection on Asperger's and bipolar to a more obvious spot in the house so she sees those, too ...
