Keeping it Rail

Just had the most wonderful commute home after picking Eris up. Imagine a jam-packed train in rush hour, we’re in that bit where everyone parks their buggies, and I’m with my kid who has no filter.

Eris: Look at that baby
Me: Aww, how cute
– mother of child smiles at us –
E: I’m not sure if it is a baby though
Me: (She’s about to go past a line, I just know it…) So, what did you do at school today?
E: Look how big it is
Me: You haven’t told me what you did at school today! (Just STOP)
E: Is it a baby or not?
Me: I was looking at some baby photos of you today actually… (Please ask about them)…

Eris: Was I that fat?

– mother of child looks absolutely fuming –
– I am quite ready to die –
– there’s a deafening silence –

I apologise because that’s all I can do, then talk to her about how that word is unkind and “the things we think in our heads aren’t always appropriate to say out loud.” I’m doing my best serious mum impression; mainly for the now staring onlookers benefit. I know that’s what’s expected of me, but with the more I learn about Autism and my child, the more I know she never has and maybe never will understand this *filter* concept. (She asked if a large lady in a grey dress was dressed up as an elephant, age 4).

Eris’ response? Just to top off this great little story?

“What about when you say naughty F words when you drop or break something and then you go *in her best mum-mocking voice* ‘oops, I should have said that in my head!”

One triple gin and tonic please with a side dish of embarrassment and kill me now.

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Autism mumma, gin lover, overwhelmed student and home décor obsessive. I blog about parenting, special needs, mental health and all the bits in between @ GinAndTantrums.com

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