Busy day, not very good. The kids were semi-out of their minds. Ironically, we were at a bar mitzvah for a friend's son: this kid is autistic and was basically nonverbal until what? Four? Something like that. Anyway, he did really well, partly thanks to lavish use of reinforcers, but it was still touching--as his former teacher pointed out, he doesn't always care about what we care about, so he's often doing things he has absolutely no desire to do, but he does it anyway to please his family. So anyway, my kids are at the kids' table w/a whole bunch of kids with their various flavors of "stuff" (ADHD, bipolar, autism, whatever: my People). Secundo the Younger got drenched by some older kid, and he couldn't stop talking about it, and someone used the word asshole at the table, and we had to hear about that, etc. Anyway, my kids were pretty much being horrors, whereas the supposedly more impaired kids were hanging out and behaving (well, except for the kid who poured ice water all over my son, but I don't know exactly what happened there). Exhausting and irritating, b/c I really wanted to stay and be bathed in good vibes.