It’s Monday night.
Brooke and I are playing Backyardigan’s Memory. The cards are all over the place. I can’t remember where anything is.
I turn over Safari Tasha. I’m fairly certain that we’ve seen her recently. I look in the general direction in which I’m sorta kinda maybe thinking her match might be.
Brooke points at a card.
“This one, Mama!” she says, pointing emphatically. “Try this one!”
I turn the card over, only to find a sledding Tyrone staring back at me.
I turn my mismatched pair back over.
Like a cat, she pounces on the card right next to sledding Tyrone and turns it over, just as she flips its match, the Safari Tasha that had seconds ago been in my hand.
“I got Tasha!” she yells. “And now I go uh-gin uh-gin uh-gin.”
“Excuse me, Miss,” I say. “Did you know that was there?”
“I wanted it,” she says. “Tasha is my favorite.”
I’m trying hard not to smile.
“So you pointed to the wrong card on purpose?” I ask.
“Yeah,” she says, gleefully turning over another card. “No match! I don’t go uh-gin uh-gin uh-gin!”
“Young lady,” I say, “you are a rascal.”
In a pitch perfect imitation of Elmo talking to Drawer in Elmo’s World Hair she says, “Aw, go on witcha!”
I’m doing my best to look appalled, but I can’t stop laughing.
My phone signals – “Katie has sent you drawing!”
I open the Draw Something app.
The photo above is what I find.
I say out loud, “What the heck? My Draw Something is in Spanish!”
The critter next to me lets out a giggle.
“Brooke,” I ask, incredulous. “Did you change the language on my phone to Spanish?”
The giggle turns into a full on belly laugh.
“Brooke!” I exclaim, “HOW did you know how to do that?”
She’s laughing too hard to answer.
I believe we have officially dispensed with Autistic Myth #472 – People on the Autism Spectrum lack a sense of humor. And, just for bonus points, I believe we’ve taken down the whole Theory of Mind malarkey along with it. Because for this particular kind of humor — the rascally kind, you can’t really have one without the other.
Brooke, meet Sally and Anne. Sally and Anne, might I suggest you watch your marbles. I’m guessing Brooke has plans for them.