The monkey is always thirsty, he’s always drinking. We try to have waters and juices within his reach. When we run out, he will haul a gallon of water, or half a gallon of juice, or whatever he’s craving, up the stairs and give it to us, his nonverbal ways of saying he’s thirsty.
Everytime this happens, I tell him that he needs to bring us a cup. I have Solo cups on the low…er shelves in the kitchen and I show him. I keep pointing and saying ‘Cup, I need a cup.” Over and over.
I keep thinking it goes in one ear and out the other.
Today my husband calls me at work. The monkey was thirsty. He hauled half a gallon of juice up the stairs and asked my husband to open it. But this time, he also was carrying his cup. It was all crunched up, unusable, because as he was trying to carry the two things at once, he had squeezed the cup and made a hole.
And like all autism households, we treasurer and celebrate all milestones!
We are so proud of you my monkey. We are getting there. Little by little, we are getting there. 
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Proud mama here!!! 
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He brought us a cup. 
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Monkeynism AKA Autism 