Just a view of things I have noticed that 'make sense' to Jonathan... or perhaps make him feel good.
For myself, when I was a child, having a drink of milk... more particular flavoured milk, could only be really done in one way to truly savour the experience. The cup has to be plastic, kinda thin, and fairly tall. The mixing of the favour has to be done with a long spoon, and then the same spoon must be used to drink the drink, one spoon at a time slowly sipped. It is better again if you are sitting on a couch with your knees bent up around your ears. Since becoming an adult, the knees around the ears are not so important, but flavoured milk still tastes best from a spoon.
Jonathan seems to have similar feelings about certain things, and I just wanted to share a few. People who see me drink milk think I am odd, but it brings me comfort (the same as eating a meat pie... crust removed first, then eat the middle with a spoon, then eat the bottom.) the things that seem 'normal' or 'make sense' or 'bring comfort' to Jono seem a touch more abstract than these, and I hope he may choose to explain them to us better in time, even if just to give us a smile.
It cannot be turned on or off, have the channel changed, or have a movie started while I am in the room. If any of these occour, I will rapidly exit the room through the back door, or up to a bedroom and close that door, or head downstairs (or on odd occasions complain about the change saying 'finished'). Once the show has commenced and I am comfortable about the change that has occoured I will return and watch it.
If I am in Mummy's car I must sit in the front passenger seat, (unless 2 adults are in the car which I will sit in the back) Toy Story Number 2 must be in the CD player ready to play, and I will turn it on before I sit down. The volume setting is to be number 11, and I will adjust it accordingly myself... no... I dont need your help.
I will happily raid the fridge and (most times) take apples, carrots or other fruits. I will usually eat 3/4 ish, and leave the other 1/4 on the floor... what rubbish bin?
Plants do not belong in pots, on the odd occasion where mummy brings one home, I help her by removing them from the pot by bashing, grabbing, turning upside down, and often leaving the plant on the front pathway. More recently she brought home 2 plants, 1 I took all the leaves off the plant first before taking it out of the pot, the other one I removed, took the plant and the pot to the back stairs, turned the pot upside down and put the plant on top.
I was thinking to myself the other day... one day Jonathan will read all this... I wonder what he will think of what I think of what he seems to be thinking. Although really I am writing more for me... to be able to voice how I feel, and to find others who may understand me some :)