This evening I had the pleasure of watching my friends son, who has autism. I choose the word ( has), because this word can change. ( Is) to me means this way forever...anyhow he was with us for about 45 minutes...I wasn't quite sure which movie he would want to watch...I remembered Julian's favorite movie and put it on...I stood and just observed these two boys...at certain parts of the movie, Julian would rewind it...stand back and start cracking up...the other child would try and rewind the movie too...when mom came home, her son was laying on the floor, hands behind his head, watching the PINK PATHER...the ones Julian loves are the ones where the Pink Pather does not speak...we have one where he does talk, but Julian doesn't like him. Now the Pink Panther was always silent, never even tried to utter a word...always found himself in trouble...and couldn't seem understand what was expected of him...and boy-OH-boy...talk about safety...he had no sense of DANGER at all. Watching these two, I really started wondering just where on the ASD spectrum was the Pink Panther. If any of you ever move to Madera, know you have a sitter here. (a little nutty, but I won't loose them, I love to learn and be taught by them).