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I often think one ought to think twice before giving some things a 'name'. For example, one of my grandchildren exhibits certain personality traits which make me think she might have a touch of 'Asperger's'. However, at not yet three, she is changing all the time and I am thinking rather that she is simply somewhere on the continuum of extrovert/introvert/A type personality on a level that is not familiar to me in my own children. My son once gave me a Personality questionnaire of the kind used by the big corporates as part of their screening processes. Apparently, there are 17 main personality types! Perhaps in today's world we are often in danger of being blinded by science and thus inclined to look for problems where none exist. In a similar vein, our neighborhood has its share of 'vagrants' who scavenge through (or merely look through?) our dirt bins on a Thursday morning. If I just think of them as "people without jobs", I find I am much more sympathetic to their plight. When I got married, I found it difficult to call my new in-laws 'mom and dad' as they wanted. In the end, I got around the problem by finding similar-sounding appellations which were different from what I called my own parents. My sister-in-law advises that I get used to having my own in-law children call me Mom, because it helps to reinforce the idea that I should think of them and treat them like my own. To this day, I am sorry that my own mother told my new husband very firmly when we got married 34 years ago, "You can call him H.. and me Mrs M.." I've tried to be kinder to my children's mates.