Three-Year-Old Noah the Problem-Solver
My grandson Noah is three. He has a type of autism that isn't immediately obvious. Certainly it isn't obvious with regard to his intelligence.
Well, he's always been the best of kids. Very expressive and lovable. A hard worker and willing to assist. A child you couldn't help but look forward to being with.
But three is a disease he hasn't escaped from.
"Grandma, please give me a juice box."
"No, Noah, you can't have another juice box. You've had a few already and they make you poop."
"I want a juice box, Grandma."
"No, Noah, you can't have a juice box."
"I want one."
Well, my wife, Noah's grandma, went out the back door to attend to something-or-other.
C-L-I-C-K! Noah locked the door. Within a few seconds, he had his beloved juice box.
Did I mention that Noah is a problem-solver? He solved *that* problem, didn't he?
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