Have I mentioned that Griffin, my teenage autistic son, asks a ton of questions and is virtually a perpetual noise maker? If he’s not laughing maniacally, he’s asking the most random (and repetitive) questions imaginable. Rapid fire. A recent father-son outing was no exception.
Since my wife and daughter had some girlie-type plans for dinner a few months back, Griffin and I headed to Steak -n- Shake. I like going to Steak -n- Shake with the boy. Not only do I get to indulge in my favorite past time (eating) but I get to watch Griffin devour a Chili Mac. I swear, even at 15, more ends up on his face and shirt than in his belly.
As expected, Griffin was non-stop chatter the whole way there and was still going fast and furious when the cheerful waitress came to greet us at our table. He took a breath and stopped interrogating me long enough for the following conversation.
Waitress: “Hi guys. I’m Sherrie. I’ll be your waitress. (To Griffin) Oh my goodness, you are a cutie. What’s your name handsome?”
-Really Awkward Silence-
Me: “Griffin, she’s talking to you. Tell her your name.”
Griffin: (Barely Audible) “Griffin…”
Waitress: “Well, hi there Griffin. I’ll be back with some water and to take your order in a minute.”
Waiting until she was out of earshot (sort of) Griffin said to me;
“She talks a lot.”
He then resumed my interrogation right where he left off.
(Flickr image by ibm4381)