He was told "no" this morning when he suggested eating breakfast at three different establishments. My theory that home is best for breakfast did not impress him.
He stumped upstairs whining.
I heard the whining subside but was unprepared for the heart-melt moment when I found he had comforted himself by making a pathway of books to his bed.
He's never successfully build a block tower during neuro-pyche testing which is one of the markers of intellectual disability. I think we need to re-vamp the test to include making book walkways instead.