Several Sundays ago my 10 -year-old Aspie wanted to sit alone in the front row, several rows ahead of us. I was a little hesitant, because when he sits with me while my husband is up front playing electric bass guitar I have to remind him to stand for the songs. I’ll tickle him to get him to stop pouting and sing – he has perfect pitch and an amazing voice, as does his sister, so there is no reason why this should be such a chore.
Surprisingly, while up front by himself he was fully engaged. He sang his heart out, dancing and clapping his hands where appropriate, giving it all he had.
It looks like my guy is starting to grow his wings.
"Most Likely to Succeed" 
Great reading your bllog
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Be proud, mama. Those wings will take him far. 🙂
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