Unexplained

The Princess calmly came home from school yesterday, as she does most days.  She walked in the front door, dropped her pants and shuffled over to the potty.  She had her snack, gave out a round of hugs and retired to her room.

Five or ten minutes later, out of nowhere, she began to cry.  Loudly, and with gusto.  The Hubbs peeked his head into her room to see what was wrong, and she began to cry louder.  She didn't seem hurt, and nothing was obviously out of place in her room.

Grabbing her daddy's hand, she directed him toward the kitchen and flung his hand toward the gate.  He obliged her request, opening the gate for her to go through.  The moment the gate was open, her face turned tomato-red, and her hands flew up to cover her eyes while gigantic alligator tears spilled out of her eyes.

She didn't seem to want more food, and she wasn't interested in a drink.

Very purposefully, my girl directed her daddy to the screen door, which he opened for her.  She then proceeded to yank on the handle of her car door, still crying but getting her point across nonetheless.  At The Princess's request, her daddy helped her into her car seat and fastened her seat belt.  A couple of minutes later, he brought her snack out in case she was interested.

Our girl then proceeded to happily eat her trail mix while strapped into her car seat, alone in the dim garage.

And here is where I start to have trouble putting things into words.  I know that I will never be able to fully understand every aspect of her autism, but this one truly baffles me.  I'm just glad we were able to accommodate her request.