Okay, autism sucks. But every so often, you have a really great moment.
I was making eggs for breakfast. William runs into the kitchen babbling nonsense and doing something frantically with his hands. He wants eggs, and he wants 'em bad. He just doesn't know what to do to ask for them.
So, I said, "Hey, buddy, do you want some?"
He said, "I...I-I-I w-w-w-w-waaaaaant thome..."
He didn't sign anything. He didn't just repeat "you want some." He. Said. "I want some."
You know what, William? You can have as many eggs as you want.