Do you hate when your kids use bad language?

When you are living with 3 nonverbal children, any word they say is a triumph!  Well.....almost every word.  When we are trying to get our children to ask for things we always make them say the word for the thing in which they would like. For example, if they want a bag of fruit snacks we tell them, "say snack" and they repeat the word "snack", for which they get the bag of fruit snacks.  The whole idea is to help them make the connection for saying a word to get what they want, versus pointing and grunting.  Autism seems to have, what we call, a derogatory accent, because when they say seemingly innocent words it can come out terribly offensive.  "Say burger" we tell Trey, he says "n*g**r".  We immediately stopped asking him to say burger.  "Say bacon", we say to Ashton, he, in turn, says "F**k".  I never could understand why he pronounced bacon like the F-word.  Of course, when it would be appropriate for them to use bad language they use words typically associated with happy events.  When Treyton is upset he will be flailing his arms and legs, screaming, and crying; all while yelling "Merry Christmas!".  When Ashton is crying he usually yells the word "Bubble!" amid his big alligator tears.  Of course, the very best moment is when you are sitting in a silent church and your son, in a fit of autism yells, "sit your ass down!".  Of course, I can't blame autism for that one!

Do you hate when your kids pee in the pool?

You know those rules of society that we all follow? Whether you think about them or not, chances are, you follow them to the letter. Farting in public, especially closed spaces: BAD.  Going into the bathroom of the opposite sex: BAD.  Eating a stranger's food at a restaurant: BAD.  Peeing in the pool: BAD.  The list goes on, but I pause at this particulr rule because the other day my nine year old son with autism, Braxton, broke this rule.  And he broke it with a little pizazz!  You might wonder, at this point, how I would know my son peed in the pool.  Usually this rule can be broken while flying, or rather swimming, under the radar.  But on this day I was not to walk away from the pool with my dignity in tact.  While preparing to vacate the pool (Braxton had already attempted to drown only 30 minutes earlier and Trey, the seven year old with autism, was entertaining himself by spraying the babies with the freezing cold hose and pushing unsuspecting kids into the deep end) I was drying off my baby girl.  I had just finished helping Braxton dry off.  Suddenly, to the dismay of my ears, I heard a small splashing sound and gasps from the little old ladies sitting round about.  I whip around just in time to see my child using the deep end as his own personal unrinal! So the next time you go swimming with your children, don't worry about whether they are peeing in the pool.  Be grateful they are not peeing into the pool!