This child is a master at stealth autistic naughtiness. It's been established that he likes to make mud. Thanks to having bored dogs, we have a couple of mud holes in the backyard that are perfect for filling with dog water and any other liquid he can get his hands on. Husband and I were on the back deck this evening having a conversation, when out walks Aaron with a glass of water. I know full well where this kid is going. In my "mom" voice I say, "Aaaaaaron", and he looks right at me with this expression that was like, "what"? He pretends like he's not holding a cup of water, puts it down by the hose, and then starts making funny faces at his reflection in the window. I'm humored, so I pretend like the whole thing didn't happen. He walks away, and I make the mental note to bring the cup of water back in the house (which I surprisingly remembered to do). Of course that didn't prevent him from running out of the house later and dumping the dog water into one of the holes before I could get to him, which subsequently led to him tracking muddy footprints all through the house. (I am SO thankful we don't have carpet anymore!!!) So it was time for a bath and bed.
I saw the stealth autistic naughtiness earlier in the evening, but when it was time for bed he pulled out the autistic manipulation card. He loves my comforter. He is always taking it off of my bed, and I'm having to get it back from him. If you've followed this blog, you know that getting a non-verbal autistic kiddo to understand the importance of using words is key. So that basically equates to: if they ask it, you
Now before you criticize me for giving my kid everything that he asks for, I have two things to say to you: 1. Take a walk in my shoes, you have NO IDEA what you will do to get your kid to talk (although listening to my other two argue I sometimes wonder why I'm trying) and 2. He doesn't get EVERYTHING that he asks for (he asks for pizza like 10 times a day), but if it's something he hasn't asked for before, you bet he gets it (like the $40 Lego airplane he spontaneously asked for in Target one day--which is now broken, of course)
Which brings me back to tonight. I'm putting the Little Monster to bed, and he runs into my room and tries to take my comforter. I tell him, "no, that's mine". He looks at me and says, "bwanket". Are you kidding me? So off he went with MY comforter. Yay for using new words! Good thing it's not cold tonight!!!