Enough introspection! Back to real life. Despite the title of this entry, I promise not to regress into a twelve year old boy. But George's aide told me a story I just have to share.
The toilets and urinals at my children's' school have automated flushing devices. Lovely for keeping the germ sharing to a minimum. Not so fun for little Kindergartners with sensory issues who find loud noises frightening. To take care of this, George's teachers taught him at the beginning of the school year to ask for a sticky note whenever he needs to use the bathroom. He places it over the sensor until he's done, at which point he yanks it off and dashes to the other end of the bathroom. Works like a charm. (Except when it falls, mid... well, you know, but that's not part of this story.)
Anyway, for a portion of his day, George has a different aide, one new to this school. The other day, while with this aide, George needed a bathroom break. He asked his aide for a sticky.
[Important information: George has been talking in sentences for less than a year. His language is more limited than the average Kindergartner and he can sometimes be hard to understand, especially when you're not sure of the context.]
Now his aide understood George's request to use the bathroom. He was ready to take him there, but George wouldn't leave the classroom. He asked for his sticky.
His aide heard,"Stinky."
Granted, also a word occasionally used in conjunction with bathrooms.
"I need Sticky." "Stinky?" "Sticky!" "Stinky???" "I need STICKY!"
Poor guy couldn't figure out why they were having this conversation and not progressing down the hallway to take care of things!
Luckily for George, someone else finally stepped in, and his aide learned a new routine.
Dude, sometimes a sticky really is just a sticky. Three cheers for speech therapy!