Stevie gets vision therapy through the Junior Blind of America.  Thus, we get invited to all their cool little events! Well, I shouldn’t say little.  Quite a turn out and quite a lot to do.  The day started out well enough.  We ate, played in the sensory room, visited with some familiar faces, tried some carnival games.  And somewhere in there, it all went awry.  A meltdown was had.  I won’t mention any names, but we’ll just call him Stevie Blunder. The only thing that would calm him down was going outside and letting him push his car.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  Back and forth.  So we let him do that for quite awhile.

Normally I would’ve just left, but we wanted to stay because…  well, we heard that Stevie Wonder would be performing, and that’s kind of a big deal.  We wanted to see this legend in concert – up close and personal!

When the show was about to start, we tried taking little Stevie back inside, but he was like yeah, no.  And I was all come on, please.  And he was like no, no, no.  And Paul was all dude, seriously.  And he was like bite me.

It was just not what he wanted to do.

At this point, I truly could’ve given a flying fart about seeing Stevie Wonder.  I just wanted to get out of there.  But we did our best and stuck it out.  THE Stevie Wonder did his thing while OUR Stevie Blunder did his own.  At the end of Stevie Wonder’s performance, he donated some money, said some kind words and then he burped.  Like really loud, right into the microphone.  In front of a room full of blind kids.  I felt like that needed to be mentioned for some reason.

As soon as he left the stage, we grabbed screamin’ Stevie and  headed for the hills.  Made a break for it. Got the biggest Diet Coke we could find and prayed that he’d nap the whole way home.  Thank the good Lord in heaven for naps.

Here’s a bit of his pony ride, where he’s NOT acting like he’s being tortured.

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