It can be hard to tell

I am with a typically developing brother to pick up his special needs brother from a soccer camp.  Afterward there is pizza and punch in a standing cooler.  After the cups run out, the typically developing brother bends down and turns his head up under the spigit of the cooler.  Now, red punch is streaming down the front of his shirt.  Sometimes it's hard to tell which of us have the "special needs".  ; )  As one Mom said, "I have one with special needs, and two with constant needs."  : )