Tonight, I went to a great party for the launch of Cool Mom Tech. Let me just qualify that: ANY Wednesday night when I am out of the house and mingling with adults automatically qualifies as a "great party," except this party was exceptional. It was in a beautiful New York City loft and there was cutting-edge tech stuff by Logitech to check out, nonstop passed appetizers and a tasty drink involving Hendricks gin, cucumber and chamomile.
I got to talking with a couple of bloggers about how much attitude five-year-olds can have. "You wouldn't believe some of the stuff that comes out of my little girl's mouth," I said.
"And how about your son‚ does he get obnoxious too?" one of the women asked. She knows Max has special needs, though she doesn't know him well.
"It's not a problem because he can't really talk!" I said, and started laughing.
She half-smiled.
[Awkward pause.]
I blame
Was it an awful thing to say?
And now, since it is 1:08 a.m. and I am out of steam and gin and bad jokes, I am crashing and turning this over to you.
If you are a parent of a typical kid: How would you feel if I joked about my kid's disabilities?
If you are a parent of a kid with special needs: How would you feel if I joked about my kid's disabilities?
