Pizza with a slice of Bones

We're playing diversional therapy tactics here at the moment, come on down and join in, too!
This is the game where you find something your Aspie kid enjoys and you plan an outing around that activity each.and.every.single.day.
Yes, it gets to be a hard slog after a while with the "OMG can't I have just one day at home to dig holes and slosh mud around my feet or something stupid?" jumping up and hitting you between the eyes.
Cos Dad is hard yakka and all Aspie teens need a break from watching their grandparent die or slide down the indignity ladder just that little bit further.
So, this week was History Week and he trotted off with his Daddykins on several tours which he loved plus a talk from some authors at the State Library.
Then I put my foot down and insisted that I get a day out on the final tour, which happened to be a really freaking fantastic one run by the Professional Historians Association (of Victoria) in which I really didn't want to go home but wanted to be adopted as the Association mascot and housed in the shoebox in the bottom of the cupboard...or something but, meh, we got there in the end.
Aspie teen has been learning to cook this week, also.
Which has done nothing for my blood pressure ("I said chop it quickly not to stop, introduce yourself leisurely to the capsicum and invite it over for a game of Battleship!" "What do you mean, you can't find your swimming goggles to chop the onions? Use nekkid eyes and live a little!") but it's been fab watching him sparkle as we play piggy-wiggy-woo over his results and praise him to the heavens, especially the pizza tonight.
Yeah, dad prefers his tinned baby food - the dietitian said it's cool - so we get his rations.
Let him watch Bones tonight for the first time - he's such a bloodthirsty little critter we didn't want to encourage his bent for blood letting - but he's up on the *forensic science and was quoting stuff along with the characters then giving us the full explanation.
Spooky, Mulder!
*If I'm found in the cabbage patch with obvious blunt trauma injury it won't be Aspie teen as he's got much more thorough ideas of disposing of a body....
Anyway, he and Dad are listening to the very final CD in the Mystery of a Hansom Cab audio book, which they've been hanging to hear, so shhhhhhhh.

Hi Jean! Hygiene!

I must add, on the tail end of yesterdays post, Aspie teen avoids the shower but when we can shoehorn him into it it can take up to an hour for him to actually turn the water on and get in.
Then he needs reminding to shampoo his hair, wash his face, etc, or he'd just stand under the water.
Then we have to nag for him to turn the water down/or off as he usually has it at the force a fireman would expect to find at the end of his hose to fight a raging inferno.
Or he stands there for hours staring into space.
Then we might ask if he remembered to dry himself properly as we mop up the puddles from bathroom to his room.
"Oh. No. There wasn't a towel so I just walked to my bedroom and got dressed," is sometimes the reply.
Nevermind that the towels are in a cupboard that you have to pass to walk into or out of the bathroom.
He has barely touched a comb in his entire life to subdue his hair and refuses to let me near him with one, either.
A number 2 or 3 buzzcut usually keeps it in check once or twice per year.
I almost fell over with shock when he correctly used the phrase 'hair product' in a sentence the other day.
Thought he'd been abducted by aliens.
But then he admitted he'd read an ad for 'hair mud' and thought it was a new cultural discovery from Ancient Egypt or Roman Britain.
Ahhh, yes, my Aspie geek; might not be the most well-presented in a crowded room but he'd probably be the only one who could thrill a girl with detailed instructions on how to remove a dead persons brains, with a crochet hook, via their nasal passage.
What more could a girl ask for on a date!?!