Every few months I give up the battle and retreat to the back yard instead of playing in the front yard or venturing out into the neighborhood. I've been working on it more intensely over the summer until now, hoping repetition will finally work. It's worked with other dangerous behaviors, but I'm still diligently working and waiting for the light bulb to illuminate. I welcome any tips to combat our street battle. At times he turns it into a game, but mostly he simply lacks judgment and is unpredictably impulsive. Sigh. This too shall be overcome eventually I hope. I pray.
So, I was ready for a laugh today, overdue. Once again on our way home from picking up his big brother at the bus stop, G ran ahead 20 feet and right into the street, ignoring my commands. I got him to come back, face me and look at me (ok, head faced in my general direction). Here's how the conversation went...
G, you crossed the road without looking!
What could happen? I could die.
That's terrible! Would Mama be sad? Yes
Would Daddy be sad? Yes
Would (sister) M be sad? Yes
Would (brother) N be sad? No
Gotta love the honesty! Of course his big brother would be sad, but G feels the typical brotherly rivalry. Thanks for the laugh, G! I brake for autism, I also brake for laughs. Often!