It was 7:07 a.m. My super hero, Autism Boy, came in my room and said, "Mom, Jordan just threw me on the ground."
I am trying to make this compute through my sleepy fog...
"what??????" I said...
"Jordan threw me on the ground for no reason" he repeated.
Now, if I wasn't just awakened from a dead sleep, I may have had the forethought to ask, "what were you doing?" but since such was not the case, I said, "go tell her I said to come here."
So, a minute later, Jordan comes up. "Yes?" she asks in her superior, pre-teen tone.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Well, Alex was squeezing the cat to death, and he was meowing like crazy and clawing at his shirt to get away, so I pulled him off"
"and you threw him on the ground"
"I didn't throw him on the ground, I pulled him off, and then I let go of him, and he fell on his back on the floor"
So, it's shaping up to be a great morning!