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.
K: Mom, talk in your own voice!
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!
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!
K: You NOT a cat! Peanut is the cat!
K: You NOT a horse!
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.