Well, Ricki’s last pair of glasses broke, so after her swimming class yesterday evening we went running to the optometrist to order a new pair of eyeglasses. As we were waiting, my attention was drawn to a cute 5 year old boy with Down syndrome. (And his 2 sisters were eying Ricki constantly. After a while, I mentioned to Ricki, “You see that little boy? He also has Down syndrome.”
-“No he doesn’t.”
-“Ricki, look. Can’t you see?”
And I could see that she did. So she started a conversation with him, and with his sisters. For once I felt that she was comfortable with the reality that she has Down syndrome.