Big D little D what begins with D?
Donuts and a Duck Dog D-D-D.
- Dr. Seuss
When we remember we are all mad,
the mysteries disappear and life stands explained.
- Mark Twain
_____________________________________________________________________________________________
There was a time in the earliest portion of our Autism journey
where the Little Man never requested anything. Never. As we went through the Early Intervention
process, I remember my wife saying that one of the things she wanted so badly
was to be in a toy store and have the Little Man ask for a toy – just like his
big brother. It took a long time for us
to get to that point. [N.B. Given his
current passionate requests, I think my wife has since come to reconsider that
wish J]. But in the early days, simple requests
were big, tears of joy inducing, deals.
Did you ever hear a child say something wrong, and it was
just too cute to correct? Something that
was just so endearing, you actually started using that wrong word?
As I mentioned before, our Little Man is a letter-aholic. So, naturally we have books and books and
books about letters. One of our old
favorites is Dr. Seuss’ An Amazing
Alphabet Book. Say it with me: “Big
A Little A, what beings with A? Aunt Annie’s Alligator, A-A-A.”
So, one day early on I take the Little Man and his older brother out for the morning and do the Dad-is-my hero type of thing: Treats from Dunkin' Donuts! Glazed for the Little Man, strawberry frosted for the slow eating eldest. A few minutes later, after the glazed was devoured, I hear the Little Man whining in the back of the car. "What's wrong," I asked, not really expecting a answer.
"Daddy, I want Pink Duck Dog, please." He was eyeing up the circle of pink-frosted goodness being held by his brother.
Right out of Dr. Seuss. It was so unexpected, so perfect, so beautiful. I actually went back to get him one too. To this day, we still call the strawberry frosted doughnut the Pink Duckdog!
What a charming story. Yes, I know how wrong words can lead to new titles. I'll never forget my son's early attempts at saying pyjamas. He called them: jarmaraffes. Mixing pj's with giraffes.
ReplyDeleteJarmaraffes! That is priceless!!
DeleteAww, I love it!
ReplyDeleteMy Wee Man comes out with some great words sometimes too. At the moment, his favourite one is 'pepperponies' - as in pizza :)
Awww, that is just too adorable and precious..glad you circled back and got him the pink Duckdog...blessings my friend.
ReplyDeletePepperponnies. Sounds delicious!
DeleteLOVE Seuss! I quote him too. Thanks for visiting my blog, Adventures in the Ballpark. You probably thought it was about baseball?! Sorry! Just adventures in the game of life. I have a grand nephew w/ autism, so have a heart for that struggle. God bless you and your wife. I'll pop back in here.
ReplyDeletemb
I am drawn in by the frankness and sincerity of your writing. Loved this story.
ReplyDeleteAwww that's absolutely lovely :)
ReplyDelete