Bean: Mom? When I grow up, I want to have a cute house. A cute little house, with poles in the front.
Me: Oh yeah? What makes a house cute to you?
Bean: Well, I like it when they are small. I like when they have flowers, and are painted a cute color. I like when there are poles in the front by the door, nice green plants, and a place for sitting.
Me: That does sound like a nice house. Can you show me a house you like as we drive?
Bean, scanning the neighborhood as we head to the chiropractor: Well, I like that one, and I like the poles on that one, and the fence on that one- but not the color. Can we paint our house a cute color, Mom?
Me: Sure, we can paint our house. What color do you think is cute?
Bean: I think I would like a pale chartreuse.
Me: ….uh…. um… Bean? Do you know what color is chartreuse?
Bean, dreamily as he looks out the window: It’s a pretty light green with a lot of yellow, and I think it would make the cutest house.
12 thoughts on “A Conversation with Bean”
Haha, that’s awesome, I love it 😀
Wow, impressive. He obviously got your genes — can’t wait to see what he does with them!
I love your kids. I just love them.
What a smarty with an amazing mom. Chartreuse it is!
This is awesome. He is your son.
Makes me think of when we moved last summer and we first pulled up to the house we are renting. The first thing my kids said is: “It’s PINK!!” Our landlord’s wife says it’s not pink, it’s pearl. Regardless, everyone knows which house is ours by the color!!
WOW. You have smarty pants kids, huh?
Bean’s so cool. I kind of want a chartreuse house now, too.
Bean is awesome. He has moments like this where he is so freaking cool I don’t even know what to do- and then, same day- he has moments like he had at dinner tonight.
I was trying to convince him that tasting cheese pizza would be good- and he finally agreed to have a piece- which is huge- he only eats peanut butter on toast, english muffins or Ritz crackers. So he took a bite of pizza, and a stretchy strand of cheese flopped onto his face when he pulled way and stuck to his chin. He came utterly and completely unglued. Freaked out of the highest magnitude, wailing, shaking and honking on the floor in the kitchen and ultimately hiding in his room, where I had to coax him out after a long time and lay on him to calm him down. This is the reality of life with an ASD kid.
It’s brilliant, stunning, complicated, frustrating and magnificent.
He is your son…love it!
Your kids will do amazing things…
Poor Mama, what a rough evening! Your kiddos are each so incredible. I love reading about them. Thanks for sharing.
Now you have to paint your cute little house chartreuse! You just HAVE to!
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