gaerikspeak
The humorous side of life with autism according to Gaerik, an 8 year-old boy.
Fire breathing felines
Gaerik: What would it be like if kitties breathed fire?
Me: They wouldn’t be chased by dogs so much.
Is that a rock in your pocket or…
Gaerik: Mommy, my butt hurts. It feels like there’s a bone coming out of it.
Me: Did you fall on your butt and hurt it?
Gaerik: No.
…..time passes……
Gaerik: Mommy, I figured out why my butt felt like a bone was coming out of it! I had a rock in my back pocket!
(I should have known. He picks up rocks and random interesting things ALL THE TIMEĀ and puts them in his pockets. Makes laundry a challenging task.)
Gaerik has blue eyes and curly blonde hair.
I picked up this framed print at Goodwill today (yes, the price tags are still on it). It looks a LOT like Gaerik.
When he got home from school I asked him who he thought the picture looked like. His response: “Ummm, Thomas Jefferson?”
He’s got it all figured out
Now, whenever Gaerik says something that makes me laugh out loud he asks, “Mommy, are you going to put that on tumblr?”
Great observation!
Gaerik and I were talking about adults who act like children…
Gaerik: I don’t act like a child.
Me: Well, what do you act like?
Gaerik: A teenager that doesn’t throw crazy parties.




