“Please. Please. Momma. I be a ocopus?” he pleads… while we’re in the bathroom… taking care of bathroomly duties. There is no sacred silent place when it comes to perseverations.
“J! J. You have to stop asking that.” I said quietly, yet firmly (seriously, I believe I have the patience of a saint when it comes to hearing his constant perseverations regardless of what sarcastic crack I may make to another when he’s not around).
He makes a face with wide eyes.
“J do you know that you just said that?” (yes, sometimes I choose to asks questions when I know the likelihood of an answer is as rare as me refusing coffee.)
He nods yes.
Shocked, I continue…“You remember asking me that just now?”
“Yes!” he says happily. Bathroom business now done.
“Then why do you keep asking?” I couldn’t believe he acknowledged he knew he asked. I’ve always thoughts he must not be able to remember.
“IDon’tKnow” just like that, with no spaces, and he happily finds his quickest limp of a gait and speeds away.
I decided to count that as a break in perseverations since I haven’t heard the question in… well, in about 1 hour anyway. I know it will come again though. The series of questions that seem to have no end. Yet, even if I find them frustrating, I know I will breathe, repeat my standard series of answers if only to gain a single 30 second span of time when the questions rest.
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