Mom had gotten frightened by one of the Daycare people, who’d decided that Cal’s apparent inability to make eye contact with and/or interact with the other kids (let alone walk where you want him to, sit when you want him to, eat what you want him to, come when his name is called, etc,) might mean he’s somewhere on the autistic/Asperger’s spectrum.

Or it could just mean he doesn't like that person.

I am still this way around people I don't like. Come to think of it, so is my brother in law.