So guess what?? I finally got around to printing out the awesome comic book-style social story that I made for in an effort to aid her in her transition from home to daycare to school.
The genius of this idea, if you'll recall, is that though Lily is a paper-ripper. . . I, Jim, have outfoxed her with unrippable paper!! Check and Mate! Step one, if you'll also recall (if you didn't read it, you should. I read YOUR crappy blog), was printing the story out on regular paper to see how she'd do, and she did great. Step two was to print it out on unrippable paper, bind it, and give it to her. My wife borrowed a "binding machine" from someone at work for the project.
"Go at it, Lil'," I'd say, than laugh and point at her and say, "In your FACE!!! You can't rip this paper, Lily! It's unrippable!!!" then laugh maniacally.
Only I never got a chance to laugh in her face because. . . see. . . well. . . it didn't really work. I printed it out and the ink was still wet, and it smeared when I pulled it off the tray. Alarm bells started to sound. Because, as previously stated in the above-linked blog posting, what makes the unrippable paper unrippable is an invisible plastic coating that, it turns out, is pretty much impermeable. . . meaning the ink doesn't absorb into the paper. See?? Oh. . . no? Meaning, it will NEVER EVER DRY.
Yeah, okay, genius, give your autistic daughter a book full of wet ink and see who points at who and says "in your FACE" because I'm pretty sure there is no "win" for me in this particular game, and lots of potential for "loss". And also. . . who does that to their daughter??? That just seems mean.
I printed out another page and let it sit and dry overnight. Maybe the ink would dry, I postulated. The next morning I picked it up. The image had sort of smudged together and although it was still nearly legible. . . it was like the pictures of the chalk drawings from Mary Poppins that Dick Van Dyke draws on the sidewalk after the rain comes. Don't ask me why I remember that. On top of that. . . they still smudged.
I have one last change, and that is to attempt to print it out on the company laser printer during lunch break. By the time I finish this particular work of genius, she'll be in first grade. Go PARENTING!