Alan is so hard on his clothes. We just bought him all those cute shirts a couple of weeks ago and two of them are already ripped ... and I'm not talking a tiny hole!
Today (before he ripped it) he was wearing the t-shirt that says "Yes, I'm autistic and a blessing to those that get to know me." We were out shopping and one of our stops was at the supermarket. We also get our prescriptions filled there and I was making my monthly pick up plus a few extras since I am having foot surgery on Wednesday. Alan was pushing the cart and just kept pushing it past the pharmacy to the checkout lanes. I could hear him jabbering and cooing but I couldn't see him.
When I finished at the pharmacy, I walked as fast as is socially acceptable to get over to the checkout lanes. I was very curious what he would do. Turns out he got in line but didn't go so far as to take the items out of the cart although he was up to the cashier. The young man running the checkout lane smiled at me and said, "I really like his shirt. I'm on the spectrum too. I have Aspergers."
As Joe would say, the good news is that the shirt was seen and appreciated before it was torn. Hmm, I wonder how I will patch this?