Spectrummy Mummy

Asperger's, Allergies, and Adventures Abroad

Liar liar, pants on fire!

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It was bedtime last night.  Just after we read a story, I dimmed the light. Pudding climbed into my lap and snuggled in close. Lately we’ve been discussing the day as we gently sway together in the rocking chair. But last night we didn’t speak. I took in the warmth of her body, the feel of her soft hair on my cheek, and the gentle sound of our breathing. One of those moments to freeze in time. We sat there for a minute. She is seldom quiet for this long, I wondered what deep thoughts were going through her mind.

Then she farted.

A loud one.  A great big whoopee cushion that I felt as well as heard.

We both giggled.

Me: What was that?

Pudding: Cubby.

Me: Cubby? No, I think I heard something, what was it?

Pudding: A trump. Cubby did a trump!

Me: Oh really, is that so?!

Pudding: Yes. He’s a stinky boy!

And there goes another autism myth: kids on the spectrum most definitely can lie. The one fringe benefit I was hoping for, my girl always telling me the truth- every parent’s dream come true. But one little lie, another step in progress. Further evidence of a theory of mind.  I cannot tell a lie, I was thrilled!

……..

I was about to hit publish on this post, when I noticed the kids were quiet (always a bad sign).  I went to the kitchen to find a chunk missing from my french toast that was cooling on the side.  Though the kids had already breakfasted on soy yogurt and buckwheat waffles, it appears somebody was hungry.  Wheat, egg, milk: the triple whammy of Pudding’s allergies.  Sigh.

Me: Did you eat that?

Pudding: No.  (as she spoke I saw the food inside her mouth).

And here is my payback for rewarding lies with laughter last night.  You can’t win ’em all!  We’ll wait and see what adverse reaction she has to eating my food.  It was only a morsel.  Perhaps the worst that will happen will be a little flatulence.

I wonder who she’ll blame it on this time?

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Written by Spectrummy Mummy

January 27, 2011 at 10:02 pm

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  1. Lying about flatulence and sneaking food? Sounds like every conversation my poor wife has with me nowadays.

    Big Daddy

    January 28, 2011 at 8:10 am

  2. Is it bad that I laughed?

    fiona2107

    January 28, 2011 at 8:12 am

  3. Too sweet. I love that story.

    Laura

    January 28, 2011 at 8:23 am

  4. Two of our favorite things: Toot games AND being sneaky … LOVE it!

    Brenda (mamabegood)

    January 28, 2011 at 8:29 am

  5. I love it too. she’s got a good thing going there 🙂

    akbutler

    January 28, 2011 at 8:57 am

  6. Another lesson learnt!

    Casdok

    January 29, 2011 at 5:07 am

  7. Love it!!

    joeysmommy

    January 29, 2011 at 7:30 am

  8. Just want to let you know that I’ve left a very silly award for you on my blog. Come by and pick it up!

    Diane

    January 29, 2011 at 11:58 am

  9. Funny and adorable 🙂

    Diane

    January 29, 2011 at 5:03 pm

  10. Congratulations
    Welcome to theory of mind! xx

    lisadom

    January 30, 2011 at 5:06 pm

  11. Your Pudding sounds like quite a character! Thanks for linking x

    Paula (QWERTY mum)

    February 18, 2011 at 11:57 am

  12. […] to only draw on paper.  She has taken up the activity again with a passion.  We are witnessing the evolution of her lying skills, as I catch her in the act and she blames her brother.  There is no sophistication yet to her […]

  13. […] is different. I used to believe the myth that autistic children don’t tell lies, but Pudding has disabused me of that, and many other ‘facts’ about autism over the years. She just doesn’t lie on the […]


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