This morning, Aaron came straggling into the kitchen right after he got up. He and I sat at the table while he finished waking up, with him telling me his usual morning story about how tired he is. I was asking about what he wanted for breakfast after he showered, and then I told him that he could go ahead and take his pills. The Tuesday morning section is empty now, so I told him that he could just take the Wednesday morning pills........and that I would straighten it all up as soon as I buy that new pill box.

He continued to stare at the disorderly pill box. Then he slowly shook his head, as he quietly said, "No."
"Why not, Aaron?" I asked.
And he answered patiently for his rather slow-witted mother, "Because it's not Wednesday."
I know defeat when I see it. I got the pills down and refilled the TUESDAY morning section. "Now will you take them?" I queried.
He brightened. "Yes!" he said.
What ever possessed me to think that on a TUESDAY morning Aaron could possibly take the WEDNESDAY morning pills?
Aaron is not Gumby. He can only stretch so far in that orderly world of his. You can't say I didn't try, though.
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