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One thing I have learned about Ben over the years is that there is always a logical thought process that leads him to do any particular chain of behaviors. It just usually eludes me. Here are two examples:
Yesterday afternoon Ben asked me to make him some fries. No problem, I put a serving in the oven and a few minutes later he had a plate of fries to snack on. Except that he then carefully took the plate, set it on the table, and then went and put on his skates. Then he took me by the hand and asked to go skate. Ok, I think, we'll go outside and skate for a while and then come back for the fries. No problem. Unfortunately Ben then proceeded to pick up the plate of fries, skates still on, and head for the front door. After a few comic circles of me putting down the plate and explaining that we will come back for the fries after we are done skating, followed by Ben picking up the plate again and heading for the door, I finally gave in. He clearly had something specific in mind. I had to help him down the stairs, and he skated right over to the car. I opened the door and he climbed right in, deleriously happy to have the plate of fries in his lap and the skates on his feet. We drove around for a little while, and eventually checked out a few used book stores. He was more than happy to change into his regular shoes before going into the stores. I'm still not quite sure what that routine was all about.
Later in the day we were back home and Ben was getting fidgety, so I asked him if he wanted to go out and take a drive. He immediately leapt up, but ran over to his suitcase to get out his pajamas. OK, I thought, he doesn't want to go out. Except that he proceeded to put on his pajamas, then put on his shoes and socks and then his jacket, and then took me by the hand and lead me to the door. Apparently it was "let's drive around in our pajamas" time. As the song goes, "that's my boy..."
Yesterday afternoon Ben asked me to make him some fries. No problem, I put a serving in the oven and a few minutes later he had a plate of fries to snack on. Except that he then carefully took the plate, set it on the table, and then went and put on his skates. Then he took me by the hand and asked to go skate. Ok, I think, we'll go outside and skate for a while and then come back for the fries. No problem. Unfortunately Ben then proceeded to pick up the plate of fries, skates still on, and head for the front door. After a few comic circles of me putting down the plate and explaining that we will come back for the fries after we are done skating, followed by Ben picking up the plate again and heading for the door, I finally gave in. He clearly had something specific in mind. I had to help him down the stairs, and he skated right over to the car. I opened the door and he climbed right in, deleriously happy to have the plate of fries in his lap and the skates on his feet. We drove around for a little while, and eventually checked out a few used book stores. He was more than happy to change into his regular shoes before going into the stores. I'm still not quite sure what that routine was all about.
Later in the day we were back home and Ben was getting fidgety, so I asked him if he wanted to go out and take a drive. He immediately leapt up, but ran over to his suitcase to get out his pajamas. OK, I thought, he doesn't want to go out. Except that he proceeded to put on his pajamas, then put on his shoes and socks and then his jacket, and then took me by the hand and lead me to the door. Apparently it was "let's drive around in our pajamas" time. As the song goes, "that's my boy..."
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