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Thursday, October 18, 2007

(Juice) Boxing Match

Nat came bounding off the bus full of piss and vinegar. He was hopping around, right away talking about Ben’s lunchbox. He always checks Ben’s lunchbox when he gets home, but today he was loaded for bear. There was going to be trouble, no matter what; I could tell just by the way he exploded off the bus. Today he hated the fact that Ben had brought an unopened juice box back home and that I wanted to save it for tomorrow.

We had an argument about it. He got so upset that he raised his arm to his mouth but he did not bite it. He listened to me, and hopped around, repeating, “Save it for lunch tomorrow, save it for lunch tomorrow.”

So I said, “That’s right, Nat!” (Phew, that was easy.)

But he, apparently, had only been giving me lip service. He couldn’t stand it. “Frow it away, frow it away!” Bounce, bounce, bounce.

I said, “Nat, no! That is wasteful! Please don’t throw it away! Let me save it for tomorrow for Benji!”

“No wasteful. No wasteful! Frow away juicebox!”

I said, “I can’t believe you are doing this on my birthday!” And I would not look at him. A little Jewish mother guilt never really hurt anyone — just ask Dr. Freud.

He got very quiet. After a moment he said calmly, “Save it for lunch tomorrow.” My heart blew up bigger than the Grinch’s at Roast Beast time. Oh, Nat, I love you!!!!!!

“That’s right, Nat!”

We sat down at the table and he ate his ice cream, top speed. It was no good. He was just too upset about it.

I got an idea. I said, “Unless — Nat, do you want to drink it yourself?” That would get rid of the damned juice without wasting it. A pyrrhic victory, but a victory no less.

He leaped up. “Yes!” He whipped out the juice box and popped open the straw, pierced the container, then ran over to the sink shouting, “Dump it in sink! Dump it in sink!”

“Oh, Nat,” I muttered. “Drink it! Don’t dump it!”

Squirt, squirt, squirt, squirt. Like a very long piss, Austin-Powers style.

Sigh. “Did you at least drink some of it?” I asked with a tired voice, not even looking up as he rinsed out the sink very thoroughly, destroying all evidence of juice.

“Yes,” he said.

I am out of juice, but you gotta love the guy’s logic and perseverance (you decide which I mean).


that is so funny. I mean its not, but it is….go Nat. My son just cannot let things go either. Dont you just hate to lose?

— added by Anonymous on Thursday, October 18, 2007 at 7:55 pm

brilliant susan, you are genius & nat is lucky.
blessings go out to you, a big hug. i know it ain’t easy…

— added by Anonymous on Friday, October 19, 2007 at 1:15 am

Now that’s a great autism post…. Top to bottom. You ought to be a writer or sumpin… “Frow it away.” We eat
“healfy” food!

— added by Kim Rossi Stagliano on Friday, October 19, 2007 at 11:54 am

Jared was intent on getting our dog Bogie to drink his water, almost chasing the dog with the bowl. He relaxed, I turned my attention away and was pleased to see Jared going for a bottle of water, he opened it, took a swig and poured the rest in Bogie’s bowl.

We’re all trying to drink more water, and Jared is doing his part with Bogie.

— added by Lisa on Friday, October 19, 2007 at 11:56 am

Henry leaves my head spinning with stuff like this- by the time it’s over I’m not sure whether I’ve won the battle or lost.

And happy birthday!

— added by gretchen on Friday, October 19, 2007 at 3:42 pm

it reminded of a time once when my son Mark threw a tantrum at the shoe store when the salesman overwelmed him with too many choices. We ended up walking out of the store and I couldn’t help crying. When Mark saw me cry, he said go back to the shoe store and we went back in and he made a choice. It showed me that he really does read my feelings more than we know!

— added by Valerie on Friday, October 19, 2007 at 11:07 pm

I live halfway around the world but when I read your post, it reminded me how autism links so many lives around the globe. My 12 year old son has severe autism and is nonverbal, but like your Nat, he can very persistent about a lot of things. My favorite: everything served on the dinner table should be eaten, and I mean everything, even the garnish! Blessings to all of you!

— added by Okasaneko on Monday, October 22, 2007 at 12:15 am

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