I would look over at them and quietly observe their little happy faces because I felt if I made eye contact with the Doodle it might distract him. I kept waiting for him to be tired of playing or get annoyed with Jimmy and he didn't. He just kept on playing. He wanted more in fact. No big tantrums, no weird meltdowns or throwing of anything, nothing weird happened that punched me in the stomach of living with autism. It was a simple act of playing that I witnessed that gave me the nugget of hope I needed today.