Today I was standing in the kitchen gazing through the window at the rain. Erik walked by, looked down at the rug I stood on, and stopped in his tracks. He slowly stooped over. Curious, I looked down to see what he was doing, thinking he was about to empty the Tupperware cupboards and create the usual disaster all over the floor. Instead, he straightened to standing with a piece of lint held tightly between his forefinger and thumb. He examined it and frowned slightly. Without a word, he walked over to the cupboard beneath the sink, opened the door, and deposited it in the trash. He closed the door and walked away.
I laughed out loud.
Labels: mimicry, Williams syndrome