Aaron woke
up a little earlier than usual this morning.
I heard him come slowly to my bedroom and knock on the door. He knocked because the door was
locked..........otherwise he would have bolted right in..........which is why I
had the door locked. Anyway, he
immediately wanted to show me something about his lip. His lips are chapped and during the night his
lower lip cracked and bled some. Aaron
twisted his mouth sideways as he attempted to show me his damaged lip, and then
he silently pointed to the dried blood on his lower lip and on the side of his
mouth.
Satisfied
that I was appropriately impressed, he said, "Mom! There's blood on my pillow!" And with that, he strode with purpose back to
his room and returned carrying his large body pillow that he loves. Sure enough, there was a big spot of blood on
the white pillowcase. To be sure that I
understood, he explained, "Mom, the lip area was on that pillow
area."
I thanked him
for explaining that, and told him that we would get him a new pillow this
evening. He knew that we had a Wal-Mart
trip planned when he returns from Paradigm, so this news of a pillow purchase
made him very happy.
He and I
went downstairs to the kitchen, where I poured his coffee while he took his
morning pills. He spied some boiled eggs
in a pot in the sink. "Mom, what
are those? Eggs?"
"Yes,
Aaron, those are eggs. Do you want
one?" I asked.
He looked
down at the eggs and replied, "No.
I want some..........not one."
I
laughed. He was serious.
"What
number is some?" he asked.
Again I
laughed. Again he was serious.
"How
about two?" I queried.
"Can I
have three?" he countered.
And so I
guess that to Aaron, some is not two.
Some is at least three.
I agreed
that he could have three and then asked him if he wanted them sliced.
"Yes,"
he replied, "with that harp."
This time I
smiled with my back to Aaron as I got out the egg "harp." He was still serious about this matter of
"some" eggs, while I was again enjoying how fun Aaron's world can
be. He takes the most mundane of matters
and makes it so distinctive.
Later, we
drove to meet his group and listened to my Carpenter's CD. He was talking about a movie where a robot
from the future comes back to the present, and he said, "How come he doesn't
know what type of year it is?" Just
then, I heard the Carpenters sing,".......there is wonder in most
everything I see......"
That would
be a perfect description of Aaron. He
either sees wonder in everything or he's wondering about everything, but his
take on life is so interesting.
Just like us
with Aaron. We're either scratching or
pounding our heads in wonder, or laughing at the wonder of the world that Aaron
sees and shares. I guess he keeps our
brains sharp as we try to follow his thinking.
And with that I'll close.
I need to go
dry and put away the egg harp.
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