Putting aside Autism for one minute and thinking about the little mind of a three year old boy.
Imagine being happy playing with your Animal Kingdom. Then your bickering Mum & Dad, (who have spent the majority of the week either at each others throats or performing for the camera or chatting absolute bollocks with all the strays that wander through that house,) suddenly dress you up like Noddy to drag you all over Torbay, (for no reason really when they have two cars.) You know you'll be strapped in for ages. Plus you have a vague idea you will end up in the shops, then at some coffee shop or pub that you'd rather not be at, because that's what always happens, and you are acutely aware of routines and order.
I'd probably throw a fit, scratch myself and chin my mum also to be honest
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