And that's how today went.
Nah, but I did say "Do I get a certificate?" And the Psych laughed hard and said, in fact, that if those existed, he would give me one. He got up to go get the doctor, and I started giggling thinking about him coming back with a printed certificate that says "Congratulations! You have Autism!" So, the doctor popped in, he offered me his hand and I put Mr. Octopus's tentacle in it and he was taken off guard. And he asked "Is this a joke?" And shook the tentacle. I laughed and said "Kind of," then actually shook his hand. When he left, he went to shake my hand again and I put out Mr. Octopus's tentacle again. He gave him a pat on the head instead. My Psychiatrist said "That was a good joke, though. He was so confused."
