The sun’ll come out…
Emily’s class is doing “It’s the Hard Knock Life” from Annie for their Fall musical. Except she didn’t know there was such a thing as Annie. When she found out, she was super excited, so we had to rent it and see it.
She’s been watching it on and off for the past couple of days, doing other things, not really paying much attention, and never actually getting to the end.
Today, she had a very active day. She didn’t get as much sleep as usual last night, and then today she went with her father to Ray’s Splash Planet, then to the mall, so she’s good and tired now. She’s camped on the couch watching Annie and eating popcorn.
Just now, it was revealed that Annie’s parents were dead, something we’d told Emily was probably the case since she was an orphan. But they’re not just dead, they were killed in a fire.
Yikes.
Fire is a fear of Emily’s. She shouts for me to get the stove as soon as the timer goes off, she doesn’t like birthday candles, this is a big worry for her. So now she’s crying off and on, kind of quietly and sadly, and saying that the movie’s almost over. She doesn’t want to stop watching it, because we’ve assured her it has a happy ending, but she’s just so unhappy and tired right now. She wants it to be done.
She is so not ready to watch Bambi.
(My husband, by the way, is in the den with her, and I’m about to go back in – I’m not abandoning my child to blog.)
As sad as this is, it’s still nice to know she has empathy for these sorts of things. So many autistic kids don’t. We’re so lucky in so many ways. And now pardon me, I have to go get some popcorn for a sad little girl.