The Quirks You Adore (And The Ones That Drive Ya Nuts)
For the last four months or so, we’ve had a plastic purple bowl sitting on our kitchen table. It holds a mound of plastic spaghetti with plastic sauce. Max wants it there, all the time. He used to sleep with a set of purple dishware by his side, but we’re past that.
Max wants us to write “Max eats spaghetti sauce” on the top of every picture he draws. He likes to be called “Max eats spaghetti sauce” as well. Seriously—if I call him “Max” (as in, the name that’s written on his birth certificate), he shakes his head and corrects me. If I read a book, he insists that I rename every character “Max eats spaghetti sauce” and, if there is another character, that I refer to that character as “Caleb eats chicken nuggets ketchup.” (Caleb is his best bud at school). I am not allowed to say “with sauce” or “with ketchup” or I will be fired.
Max likes to go in our front door only, not the back. He likes the right-side door of the gym, not the left. He prefers purple clothes, and it has to be the right shade of purple. He only sleeps on top of the covers, not under. If we go to a car wash, he insists on going through twice. He likes his scoop of chocolate ice-cream at the ice-cream store divvied up into three cups. He would watch the same race-track scene from the movie Cars 50 times in a row on YouTube, if we let him.
Max is a child who’s full of quirks. His little sis, not so much. Max is also my child with cerebral palsy. Does he have these quirks because of his special needs? His neurologist once told me that when Max—who has trouble articulating words—has mastered a phrase, he likes to repeat it because he’s proud he can say it. That explains “Max eats spaghetti sauce” but not the other stuff.
It doesn’t matter: Max’s “things” are a part of his personality. They’re endearing to me. They make up the Max I adore. Yes, sometimes we get weird looks from people, but like I once said, in the special needs circle we inhabit, there is no “weird.”
Although I am over “Max eats spaghetti sauce” and “Caleb eats chicken nuggets ketchup.”
What endearing quirks do your kids have these days? Which ones make you just a wee bit bonkers?
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