January 25, 2011 by Marj Hatzell
Bug Boy has always had a different way with words. Since he is hyperlexic, he has this thing for vocabulary and spelling but lately has been funny. Not GUFFAW funny, but the kind of funny that his father and I try really, really hard not to giggle and make him feel bad about himself. Sometimes I want him to be quiet (can you imagine? I have a nonverbal child and I want the one who talks to be quiet!) because he has a bit of a motor mouth. It’s on or off, no in between. He has to have constant dialogue with himself or others. Preferably himself.
Yesterday he did a great job coming home from school and starting (and finishing) homework almost entirely on his own. Like Bugaboo, if Bug Boy is EASY that means there is SOMETHING wrong. I hate waiting for the other shoe to drop or a cosmic shift or a disturbance in the force but hey ,what do you expect? I am a teensy bit gun-shy, mmkay?
Anyways. He chats. Running commentary. Sometimes I nod and say, “Uh huh. Oh. Really. Ok.” only half-listening. And yesterday he made a proclamation:
I’d like to bungy jump. This summer. Into water, since that would be fun. You know, like that stupid commercial except just me and not thirty guys.
I want to go on an upside down roller coaster. Do they have one of those at Hershey Park? This time, don’t surprise me.
I’d like to go snowboarding. Can we go snowboarding this weekend? I really like Shaun White. The Olympics were really awesome.
He said all three of these in succession. As in the same conversation. Just a random sampling of his very random mind. Two minutes later it was onto lego creations, Star Wars and lunch menu items. In the same sentence. Yes, I DO have trouble following him, why do you ask? And people wonder why I’m going insane.
I sent him to bed later that evening and when I went up myself I noticed his light was still on. AGAIN. He was up far too late reading (it’s a problem, really, we are constantly taking books away) and I said growing boys need adequate sleep to be at their healthiest. And he sighed and said, “Mom. Please. I’m a man now that I’m ten. I’m FINE. SHEESH.”
He’s a man now. Paaaardon me.