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It’s Called “Payback,” My Son


Last night, I dragged The Daver and The Guy on my Couch outside to play with the two smaller kids – the big one, Ben, was off doing his chores. While Daver hid out in the tree-house with Amelia, Alex and The Guy on my Couch began to play a rousing game Alex called “Goomba,” which was, to the best of my knowledge, Dodge Ball with a Mario theme.

I sat nearby, weeding my rose garden, cursing myself for spraying anti-fungal shit on it too soon in the season, listening to them play.

After a half an hour, my eldest, Ben, burst out of the back door of the house like he was being chased by a particularly vicious washcloth.

“Oh. Em. Gee.” he sputtered, punctuation clearly evident in his speech, “THERE you are.”

I laughed at his vehemence, “Where’d you think we were?”

“I. DON’T. KNOW.” He staccato-ed out.

“Did you think we’d been abducted by alien ghosts or something?” I asked playfully.

“Mom,” he looked at me, hand on his hip, dead serious. “I’m SO over ghosts.”

I giggled.

He went over and got on the swing-set as Daver took Amelia up to bed. (Big) Ben and Alex continued to play their bizarre game, giving each other 1-Up’s whenever they’d get hit with the ball. Dave soon joined me on the patio, my roses long weeded.

“I can’t believe you’re going to spoil my kids,” Ben semi-hollered from the swings.

Without missing a beat, I replied, “It’s called payback, my son.”

(He’s referring to a conversation I had with him threeish years ago wherein I told him how excited I was to spoil his kids when he got older. I listed out, in no particular order, all of the various ways I’d planned on spoiling his kids rotten. He finds it hilarious.)

(I’ve learned, for those of you playing along at home, that certain kids on the autistic spectrum will vividly remember conversations and events that occurred many years ago and bring them up in conversations as though they happened yesterday. I only wish he were so dedicated to remembering to wash his hands after cleaning up the cat boxes)

He hollered happily, “Oh MOM! You can’t give my kids candy all the time!”

“We won’t,” Daver teased. “We’ll do pizza too. Lots of pizza.”

“Oh DAD,” Ben giggled before he yelled, “YOU CAN’T DO THAT.”

“Uncle Ben will buy them tons of video games, too,” The Guy on my Couch chimed in. “Especially the kinds you don’t want them to play.”

“BIG BEN,” my son hollered, laughing so hard he nearly toppled off the swing, “NO! YOU CAN’T DO THAT.”

“Before you drop your kids off, I’ll buy them each a five pound bag of sugar and dump a can of Mountain Dew in it,” I contained. “I’ll give ’em that to drink before you pick them up!”

“What if my wife doesn’t like that?” Ben giggled, still swinging.

“I will be the one choosing your wife for you, Ben,” I said, as sternly as I could. Dave and Big Ben burst out laughing, “THAT’S gonna go over well,” Daver said.

“Sorry I can’t date you,” Big Ben chimed in, “My Mom says your name is stupid – and I can’t date girls with stupid names.”

The laughter woke up the birds trying to sleep in the big pine tree in my backyard.

“Okay,” my son said, still laughing, “What if my wife doesn’t want kids?”

“That’s okay,” I reassured him. “You can BUY kids off eBay. Or the gypsies.”

He laughed and laughed and laughed.

“When I grow up, I’m going to work at Band Back Together dot Com with you guys. And then I’ll tell the REAL story,” my son countered.

“We got editors for that sorta thing, Boy,” The Guy On My Couch (Big Ben) bantered.

Back and forth we lobbed it until it grew dark and the wind began howling, indicating that it was, at long last, bedtime for kids.

“Alex,” my son said conspiratorially to his brother as they walked into the house together, “be careful. Mom might make you buy kids.”

“I want a Yoshi – not babies,” Alex replied.

Touche, my (second) son.


21 Comments to

“It’s Called “Payback,” My Son”

  1. On March 28th, 2012 at 11:18 am Teala Says:

    Alex is smart. A Yoshi is the way to go – not babies. I’m going to get myself a Yoshi, too!

  2. On March 28th, 2012 at 11:27 am Kim@Amommaly Says:

    Aunt Becky, this is a beautiful Glimpse. *tear tickling eyelid*

  3. On March 28th, 2012 at 11:50 am thepsychobabble Says:

    How would one spoil a yoshi?

  4. On March 28th, 2012 at 11:53 am Grace Says:

    You have such a fun family!

    And you spoil a Yoshi by giving it ice cream, of course! …with sprinkles

  5. On March 28th, 2012 at 11:58 am meekasmommy Says:

    that may just be the best evening conversation EVER! also… i kinda want a yoshi, too 🙂

  6. On March 28th, 2012 at 12:07 pm leigh Says:

    that just made me smile.

    so sweet.

  7. On March 28th, 2012 at 12:24 pm Nicole the Weaver Says:

    Ah, those sweet moments when no child is yelling at any other children and you remember why you haven’t killed them yet.
    Because you eventually will want grandkids.

  8. On March 28th, 2012 at 1:16 pm Tracy Says:

    Aunt Becky–love this post. Love it. You’re a great writer.

  9. On March 28th, 2012 at 1:55 pm Cindy Says:

    this is fucking awesome!

  10. On March 28th, 2012 at 2:10 pm chrisinphx Says:

    Alex is a smart boy, 35 years old I still would rather have Yoshi instead of chilruns.

  11. On March 28th, 2012 at 4:28 pm Melissa Says:

    I love this story too. AND I love how you didnt miss a beat when he asked a question about a conversation that happened 3 years ago!

  12. On March 28th, 2012 at 7:10 pm amy Says:

    Too cute!

  13. On March 28th, 2012 at 7:41 pm Dawne at D Magazine Says:

    That’s adorable! My son is 20 now and an only child. When he was little he would get a “look” on his face if I hinted at perhaps having another kid. I filed that “look” in my card catalog brain and would use the “maybe having another child” taunt whenever I needed a laugh. Ahhh, torturing your kids…gold.


  14. On March 28th, 2012 at 8:39 pm katrina Says:

    LOVE IT.

  15. On March 28th, 2012 at 9:19 pm Kristin (MamaKK922) Says:

    LOVE this! And at least Ben wants kids. My oldest daughter said she never wants kids because they are annoying and will probably end up stupid like her sister and brothers, and she just couldn’t bear having to deal with a stupid child. And I love when they remember things from years ago, my daughter does it all the time and half the time I can’t remember 10 minutes ago, so I am always lost as to what the hell she is talking about, and of course I annoy her.

  16. On March 28th, 2012 at 10:25 pm Jaime Says:

    love this story!

  17. On March 29th, 2012 at 8:12 am Cindy Says:

    What an awesome night. I love this post. Your sons rock. I like all the laughter you guys share.

  18. On March 29th, 2012 at 1:16 pm Kelly Says:

    This definitely wins for Best Conversation Ever. Love it so much….

  19. On March 29th, 2012 at 5:52 pm Jennifer B Says:

    So jealous right now….

  20. On March 29th, 2012 at 9:49 pm Kristin Says:

    I think I love your family!

  21. On April 4th, 2012 at 3:58 pm Miriah Says:

    I just started reading your blog. I’m horribly disappointed I haven’t come across it sooner!
    I have an 8 year old Aspie. The part where you mentioned how your son brings up old conversations without missing a beat rang so true for me! I had no idea others had the phenomenum too. It never ceases to amaze me what he will remember. But alas teeth brushing and deodorant never cross the radar. Thank you so much for putting this out there. Reminding me of all the wonderful moments, how to laugh and that we aren’t alone. You’re terrific!

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