Blasted hell. ARGH. WAHHHHH
ds1 is going loco.
It's about the rain.
He can't cope with it.
He is insisting that we all go to bed.
He is going on and on and on and on
Thunder, storm, rain is bad, telly off, bed, look is rain, big storm
It's not, it's just raining, not even heavily.
He does this every time and no matter what we do or say, he thinks there is a MASSIVE danger.
I bet the bloody school (who I am blaming irrationally and without justification) have been talking about storms and lightening. Now he thinks everything has to be turned off and we all have to go to bed if there's so much as a cloud in the sky.
My piss-poor social story didn't help. The lovely poem suggested didn't help. Talking to him doesn't help. Ignoring him doesn't stop him.
ARRGGHHH.
Tried to take him out, he went totally ape.
The weather forcast does not bode well for me and he is not getting over this.
If anyone has any advice that ends up solving this, I will give you my everlasting devotion, my secret stash of crunchies and my immortal soul.