Other kids’ parents complained, and someone tried to explain the reasons we were allowed on there, but you could tell those parents were mad. I figured they could get over it.

This pretty much captures how I felt about many parts of the day. J-Man had a full-blown meltdown on the playground, and I had about 43.6 nanoseconds of thought about what other people were thinking about that whole situation and my parental aptitude. “They can get over it.” was pretty much the resolution of that issue.

I think all parents of autistic children need to tattoo “Get over it” on their palms so they can hold their hands up to other parents who feel the need to pass judgment on us.