The Sonia Show

Writer. Mocker. Beer drinker. Old movie watcher. Mother. Goober.

Say what?


Yeah, so, it’s been more than a year since my mighty, mighty good boy Calvin was diagnosed with autism. Since then, he has been going to weekly speech therapy appointments and working with specialists from Easter Seals, and he is starting to talk a lot.

He’s got a lot to say. After years of not being understood, he is finally getting his point across. “I want to watch ‘Cars.’” “I want to eat chicken.” “I want more juice.” “I want goldfish crackers, please.” “I want to watch George with the boat.” He’s really great at answering yes/no questions. And we get a lot of pleases and thank yous. He’s a polite little guy.

I handed him a piece of cake last week, and he was so excited. His face was so bright, and he had the biggest smile: “Thank you, mommy!” I started crying. “You’re welcome, my sweet boy.”

This sounds simple for a typical 4½ year old boy, but it’s a big deal for a 4½ year old autistic boy. And Calvin being able to tell us what he wants has made his life, and our life, a lot less stressful. Looking back, considering how long he wasn’t being understood, it’s amazing how happy and good natured he was. He’s still very happy and good natured. He’s a really good kid.

So, yeah, mighty, mighty good man David and I are constantly cracking up at the random stuff Calvin says now. One of the most common Calvin sayings is, “Calvin can’t [insert statement here].” I don’t know if he feels like he’s hearing the word “no” a lot, or if he is just thinking out loud, but the stuff he says is completely unrelated to whatever the situation is.

  • “Calvin can’t go up in the sky.”
  • “Calvin can’t eat a spider.”
  • “Calvin can’t go to the moon.”
  • “Calvin can’t stand on Homer.”
  • “Calvin can’t go up in the air.”
  • “Calvin can’t touch a rainbow.”

And this is David’s favorite …

  • “Calvin can’t eat fire.”

Then there are the other random things that kids just say, because kids say the darndest things.

  • “Spiders can’t eat the apple.”
  • “Cars can’t eat crackers.”
  • “I want to go in there.” [points to a washcloth]

Lookin’ so dapper on Easter.

I’m super proud of him. He’s working so hard to understand and to be understood.



Author: The Sonia Show

I'm a writer/podcaster/mother/goober in San Francisco who likes to drink beer, shop, laugh and make other people laugh, watch old movies, feed my unhealthy obsession with pop culture, kick breast cancer's ass, go on adventures with my mighty, mighty good man David and my awesome autistic son, Calvin, wear orange and root for the San Francisco Giants, participate in general jackass-ery, talk about TV, eavesdrop on strangers' conversations, make nerdy “Star Wars” and “Simpsons” references, and post personal things about myself on the web for all to read, which makes me some sort of literary exhibitionist.

6 thoughts on “Say what?

  1. oh, not sure if it is hormones but this made me tear up!

  2. I’m glad to read this, and read the blog post linked from “after years of not being understood”…it’s this line from that 2013 post, “And then I feel bad, like I did something wrong.” that made me tear up. Of course things are moving forward and I hope you no longer ever feel like you ever do wrong.

  3. If all children had parents who loved them this deeply our world would be such a happier healthier place. I have learned that some parents assume that children have to learn how to fit into the world, other parents observe the little human break down all the cookie cutter ways of learning and make the world fit them. You are amazing and so is Calvin, it must be genetic or something.

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