My darling child used to use spitting as an attention getting device. Not "ptooey" but the raspberries of monumental proportions. He sometimes would fuel the spew with a swig of water to maximize the moisture impact. He was under five years old when this behavior was in practice and the most memorable distribution of a spit shower was in a Trader Joe's store in California. Enlightened people shop at stores like that. People who seek for freedom from dyes, pesticides and tyrannical grocery chains. They buy organic couscous and Tamari roasted almonds (love them!), soy cheese and tofu, sorbet and dark chocolate.
One unsuspecting customer got a free organic raspberry. Ben fueled it with a fresh chugging of water and aimed directly in her face as she approached us on the whole grains aisle. As the projectile precipitation hit her masterfully in the face she recoiled from the shock with closed eyes, flailing arms and a gasp of shock. I apologized profusely and high-tailed my children from the store with determined speed. It was mortifying. That poor lady probably had OPSD (organic produce spitting disorder) for months. I wouldn't be surprised if her therapist had to go shopping with her to help alleviate her trauma. Although I did avoid that store for a few months until I felt safe to return again, I have since decided that this was a hilarious moment in the life of parenting an Autistic child with a sense of humor all of his own.
Now that this behavior is being revisited, I am delving a little deeper to find the humor. Humor is like a seed, it needs to be nourished and cultivated so that it can grow and giggle. It wouldn't hurt to add a little water either, but only a little, and not on the whole grains aisle.
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