Moist in the Middle

My 8 year old son is fantastic. Lately he’s been running down the stairs before me and school to pack his lunch. I’m not sure what brought it about, but I’m very proud of his independence. Yesterday, he came running back upstairs to tell me he needed my help getting something out.
It was this brownie.

He wasn’t sure how to get the piece he carved out in the middle of the baking dish.
I asked him why he chose the middle. Why not the end?
“The middle tastes the best. The ends can get kind of dry.”
I cannot argue with that.

Hank has Asperger’s Syndrome. One of his many gifts is teaching me to see the world through his lens. For that, I am a better mother, a better person.
And he’s right about the brownies. They’re always drier on the ends.

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