Yesterday morning I was feeling especially silly and decided to give all of KayTar's instructions in a mixture of monkey-speak and sign language (
when she needed a bit more cuing). It went like this:
Me: (
hand her her shoes) OOOO-OOO-aaa-aaa!
K: Mooooom, you NOT a monkey.
Me: OOOO-OOO-aaa-aaa-AAAA!
K: Mom, talk in your own voice!
Me: Ooooo-OOOO-aaaa!
K: Mom, are you just joking? (
slightly concerned that I might actually be morphing into a monkey)
Me: (
nodding and smiling) OOO-OOOO!
K: Ohhh! Okay.
Then she marched off to put her shoes on, just like I had requested. The rest of the getting ready routine was surprisingly easy to communicate using only monkey sounds and a touch of sign. Then she went back to tell me, "You NOT a monkey!" So I started switching up the animal sounds.
K: You NOT a monkey!
Me: Baaaa-baaa!
K: You NOT a sheep!
Me: [elephant trumpeting noise]
K: You NOT a elephant!
Me: Bark! Bark!
K: You NOT a dog! Penny is the dog!
Me: Meoooow.
K: You NOT a cat! Peanut is the cat!
Me: Neeeeigh!
K: You NOT a horse!
Me: Mooooooo!
K: You NOT a cow!
And so on and so forth until I ran out of animal noises and she asked me to go back to my own voice. I got a kick out of it, but I wasn't sure how much she enjoyed it. She giggled, but seemed to hold on to that underlying anxiety that I had some sort of underlying health condition that was turning me into an amorphous animal.
After school, I asked her, as always, "What was the best part of your day?" Usually she says, "Playing princesses in Ms. G's class (
her inclusion class). This time she answered, "Making animal noises with you at home, Mom." and gave me a big hug.
And
that was the best part of my day.