We decided to save the money (but not our sanity) and make the 16 hour drive back to Indiana and Kentucky for Thanksgiving. To our complete surprise, the boys were total angels without even so much as a tear or a squabble the entire way. How lucky are we?
I had carefully prepared several keep-busy activities - coloring books, a plethora of DVDs, etc. - all of which seemed to serve their purpose. The only times they even really talked were to say the two most dreaded sentences during a road trip: Are we there yet? and I have to go potty.
However there was one moment where I looked back at the boys and saw Aiden in deep thought staring out the window. A minute later he said "My friend at school said my hands are weird."
It's the first time he's ever mentioned anything of the sort. Perhaps the first time he really understood when someone pointed out his differences. My heart started to break, but then I put on my brave face.
"What did you say?" I prompted, trying to buy time to figure out how I was going to approach this.
But then, his response let me know that he could hold his own.
"I said 'My hands aren't weird. And I'm bigger than you.'"
Love that kid :)