I suggested, “Let’s bake brownies!” thinking what could possibly go wrong? Anthony Rodgers, a six year old boy I nannied the summer going into my senior year, challenged my character depth and perspective soon after those brownies were made. Anthony, a boy who can light up the room with his conniving grin, was labeled as being on the spectrum or also known as autistic. He has a love for Nascar, earthworms and Scooby-Doo. He constantly asks questions and gets into mischief, so you can imagine how making brownies went. We cracked the eggs, added the water and poured the powder into a bowl. As I progressed to mix the rich, chocolatey goodness, I looked up to witness Anthony thinking, thinking really hard; he looked at me, looked at the brownies,
