One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish

So, Hayden was a little trooper during and (partially) after his surgery. But, he's a fighter. Most of the autism moms around my neck of the woods don't have this enchanting characteristic to deal with. He wouldn't keep his ear hat on (which, consequently, looked like a genital holding cup, and who would want one of those on their head?). All in all, I'd say it went well.

And, like good parents, we bribed him with everything known to man (except a kitten...I do have my limits). Earlier in the week, I made a quick (and I do mean quick) trip to Hobby Lobby. Brock, Ayla, and Hayden were waiting in the car. When I came out, Hayden put his cartoon watching to good use (and who says scripting is bad?). He said, "It's a bird, it's a plane, no, it's Mommy!"

As soon as I got in the car, Hayden had forgotten about Mommy the superhero and was on to something else. We had been asking him about what he wanted if he was a good boy for the doctor. He finally figured it out. He said, "I want a fish."

OK, fish I can do. Kittens...not so much (sorry, I have allergies). Well, apparently after surgery, Hayden was still thinking about his fish. He woke up and said, "Where's my fish?"

Hayden has a long way to go, but these little glimpses into his true personality make me appreciate how far he's come. And, it also makes me realize we'll be off to PetsMart this weekend to buy a family of fish.