Since having my own kids, I’ve realized that they say the darndest things often, without any prompting from me. When Peter was diagnosed with autism my 7-year-old daughter asked me, “Are your eggs marked with an ‘A’?” I think every parent, doctor, and scientist wishes that finding the cause was as simple. And it was the same daughter who asked Peter, “Can you go hibernate for the winter?” Some days I second that. I’d like to hibernate, too, if it were possible.
Here are a few of Peter's unfiltered comments:
“Are you going to work on this book until you die?” (If that’s what it takes.)
“Let’s go ‘lay’ together so I can get my legs up in your hot spot.” (It’s no wonder we put our hands between our legs to get warm.)
“When I grow up I’m going to smoke once and then I’m going to throw my package down.” (Sadly, I believe him.)
“I want to see those things come out.” (Those things are my boobs. Request denied.)
“Do you have a piece of gum in your mouth?” (The girl spoke differently because of her hearing aids.)
Every parent knows that some of the most memorable things are also the ones that sting a bit. They might also lead to a punishment. These come from Peter's siblings.
“You suck at weight watching.” (Ouch! Hitting me where it hurts.)
“You’re deaf but with eyes.” (She meant blind.)
“It’s not my fault you made a son who likes to eat electronics.” (Peter chewed on another cord.)
And, drum roll…
“You had sex one too many times.” (Gulp! The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.)