Someone needs to tell Rocky he just became the next big source of vocal stims for the neurodivergents , or at least my family
Dirty, dirty, dirty, why room so messy? (I tell myself well cleaning my doom piles)
Oh, humor, confusing (my brother says after not understanding a joke)
Good, good, good (we all say after preparing favorite safe foods)
No, it's bad, Grace Rocky dead (my dad after losing a game)
FIST MY BUMP!
Are you feeling it now? (After my brother is overstimulated and wishes to cease all physical contact from anyone)
We'll need much more room for Rocky and much less space for Grace (while clearing a surface for a project)
What think earth? (When asking an opinion)
















