While helping Noah get ready for bed I noticed him looking at me very intently.
Me: "What's up, Noah?"
Noah: "Mom, I keep looking at you and I keep thinking to myself that you just look so old."
Me: "Thanks, Noah."
Noah: "No, really...I mean it. You just look OLD."
Me: "I get it Noah. Really I do."
Noah: "No, I mean seriously...I LITERALLY mean you do!"
Steve interjects as I exit the room and go pour myself an adult beverage since I'm now quite sure I'm old enough to do that. Sigh...I'm glad the incident happened with me and not with someone outside our family. Noah wasn't trying to be hurtful...only factual and I think even helpful. Oh well, just add it to the growing list of social faux pas that occur when raising a child on the Autism Spectrum.