Big rowdy PTA meeting chez moi. I love my board. We yell at each other at meetings, and I am never bored.

I had my good parenting mojo with Primera today, i.e., remembered to use positive reinforcement when she was actually behaving. This is the kind of thing I spend my life forgetting to do. She's developing more of a sense of humor lately, especially when she realizes we're saying very exaggerated or silly things. And she likes puns.

I was driving in the car today and spent way too long deciding whether this one scene from "All My Children" was realistic or not. It has an autistic character named Lily, who like all soap opera characters is lissome and has good hair (I keep hoping they'll do an episode about how she brushes it out). She explains to another character, "my brain is wired differently," and then she adds, "There aren't real wires," which I've decided is unrealistic: it gets at the fact that many autistic people use language in very literal ways and have trouble with figures of speech, but presumably Lily would be the one confused by this phrase, and she probably wouldn't realize that someone else might possibly be confused. I'll never have those twenty minutes of my life back when I was deciding all this. Not to mention the time I spent watching the show in the first place.

Someone stopped me today at Hebrew school when I was dropping Secundo off: she wanted to know where I'd gotten my autism puzzle magnet. I don't like it b/c it says "Think Autism. Think Cure," and I'm not a "cure autism" kinda person (both b/c I don't believe it's possible and b/c I have some fugitive sympathy for the autistic people who object to this language. I still say it's a disability, though), but it was a gift. So but anyway, this woman asked me where I got it, and I told her, and I stopped myself from doing the secret handshake thing and asking why she was so interested in getting the magnet. Because, after all, this was a complete stranger in a parking lot.