I told my son that if he helped me clean and took a shower (his response, “What?!!! A shower?!?!?”) I would take him to work with me. It’s Sunday. I don’t work on the weekends. We just go to “work” for the internet (and multiple computers to use it). I find that if I get caught up on personal internet-based stuff on Sunday, I can get more computer-based work stuff done during the week, which after all, is what I get paid the big bucks for.
Big bucks for the non-profit world, anyway. Everything is relative.
As I’m getting out of the shower this morning, I hear a bunch of repetitive clinking noises coming from the kitchen. Repetitive noises drive me crazy. And guess what? My son loves to make repetitive noises. It’s one of the subtle signs of his very mild autism. I tell him, “Stop! That’s annoying”…a few times.
By the time I make it out to the kitchen, I’m wondering why it’s taking him so long to empty the dishwasher. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw that he was using a pair of tongs to empty the dishwasher.
“What are you doing?!!”
“I forgot to wash my hands.”
“Wash your hands!.”
“Okay.”
Kids are weird.
September 23, 2008 at 11:23 am
I would say it is an example of how kids need to experience as much as they can in life to determine their relationship within it.
I used to always want to turn off the TV power with my toes because it was just “cool” to be able to do so. My father used to yell at me for it.
September 23, 2008 at 3:44 pm
Part of me thinks it’s funny when he does stuff like that. I do have a sense of humor about it. Sometimes I’m surprised we ever make it out of the house in the morning. Like this morning, he was running really late and he picked up one of our cats, Baby Girl, to kiss her. Annoying (when you’re about to miss the bus), but sweet
September 23, 2008 at 7:52 pm
THAT is adorable!