Monday, August 07, 2006

Bug Boy is at it again

Bug Boy has always been a bit precocious. We used to refer to him as Rain Man, which we no longer do, since he has a diagnosis on the spectrum (self-fulfilling prophesy?). Anywho, he can say some very interesting things. The kid is a tape recorder, you really need to watch what you say around him.
Most of the time, I have to say, we tend to tune him out after the first 20 minutes of incessant chatter. You know, the "uh huh, uh huh" thing? He is learning to be very creative and comes up with things off the top of his head that keeps us in stitches. Except when we laugh at him he gets angry, so we usually bite our tongues. Lately he has been carrying around little pieces of paper with Roman Numerals on them. Not for him to refer to (because he has them memorized. Yes, at five years of age) but to show other people, in case you haven't heard of them. He sneaks them into his pockets for sleep-overs with his cousins or in the morning when he is getting ready to go to camp. The other night I mentioned "Numero Uno" and he said,"Did you say Roman Numerals?" and proceeded to pull them out of his pocket. In the car. On the way to the pool.
Yesterday takes the cake. Since he has what is termed a social delay, we are doing everything in our capabilities to encourage and foster emotional growth. One of his therapists suggested a doll house, with dolls to represent mommy, daddy and the boys. He loved the idea! He set it up in his room, almost like a shrine. And there it say for two weeks, until I sent him to his room to straighten up. "Surprise me!" I said. He LOVES to surprise us by cleaning up or getting dressed without being asked. Ten minutes later it was very quiet up there. I could hear him having a dialogue with the dolls. I only heard snippets, but it sounded like he had the dolls interacting and the parents were asking the kids to use their manners. Sounds like it is working! The next thing I hear is THUD! THUD! THUD! And then a series of loud noises that sounded like his bookcases were falling over. The dollhouse is set up in a bookcase (stole the idea from IKEA). We went running upstairs thinking he was hurt from climbing bookcases (forbidden to do it, but still is tempted). He was sitting on the floor smiling at the chaotic mess of dolls and furniture and little rugs and such. We asked him what happened (rather breathlessly, from running upstairs to quickly) and his calm reply was, "Well, the house blew up! And so do everyone inside." Uh. This kid has issues.

4 comments:

Domestic CEO said...

Gee, hate when those houses blow up.

CryssyeR said...

Ummm, did he say WHY the house blew up? Might be interesting to keep the story going ;)

Anonymous said...

That's hilarious! Nathan like to destroy his train set and blame it on the monster. Boys are strange creatures.

Chaotic Mom said...

Aside from his issues, sounds like a boy. I'm sure my guys, the two older ones, may have been involved if they were together... ;)