This morning Charles set up an “office” for himself on the couch and spent most of the morning “working” there. He’s got the wrap around desk just like mine, with his pad of paper and pencil (which is mostly what I’m using for work these days). When I told him it was time to do his morning cleaning, he told me he couldn’t because he had to finish his “work”. If you look closely, you can see the lines of Charles style writing he’s put on the paper.
In the background you can see his “green boxes”. It has a number of socks in it, each filled with toy cars. Charles offered me these several times this morning: “You want sock with cars?” and again this evening, at which point I finally broke down and accepted one of the socks with cars. It seemed very important to Charles.