Life with a High Functioning Autistic son has its interesting moments and lessons. Most days, we’re so used to his quirks that we no longer give them much thought; sort of a “that’s odd, but that’s Number One Son for you” type of thing. Every once in a while, though, the reminders come through loud and clear.
“Dad, I left something up on your computer for you to look at. Just follow the instructions I left you.”
Now, if hearing that from an 11-yr-old boy won’t strike some measure of terror in your heart, I don’t know what will. I ascended the stairs with no small amount of trepidation, only to find this:
It took me a second or two to process it. He’d opened a new tab, gone to Google, and searched for the following string: “<- – dad read the entire thing” – knowing that this would lead to the second tab’s title bar having instructions pointing to the first one, which is what he wanted me to read.
In a hundred years, it would never have occurred to me to do that.
The Creepy Pasta was, in fact, creepy, but the instructions were brilliant. Number One Son, still making me tilt my head to the side and say, “Huh?”