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Monday, May 07, 2007

A convention of potential buyers with light refreshments

[From pre-blog days when I 'tidied' their language]

I find that I am roped in [translation = persuaded against my better judgment] to throw a bit of a do [translation = host a party] for my mate. [translation = Brit friend.] Mrs. C is branching out and launched herself into the perilous waters of selling jewelry. In a feeble attempt at support I attempt hosting. My version is that of a mere amateur. Others, such as my "pal" [translation = American friend] manage matters in a such a professional manner, that I am brought to my knees in awe. [translation = very impressed] When the woman describes herself as "Queen," who am I to suggest otherwise? [translation = the "mayhem" tempers the monarchy]

My "non verbal" speech delayed five year old reads from the computer screen at 5:45 in the morning. I am approximately awake and decide to check whether anyone has responded. It is my experience thus far, that RSVP roughly translates to 'rarely send verification positive.' [translation = silence regardless of whether you're coming or not]
“What it is a ‘e-vite’?” A good question, but this is my first try at the non paper version.
“It’s an invitation to a party that comes on the computer instead of the postman.” [translation = mail carrier]
“A party!” he says with incredulous glee, ‘whoop de do, I am so happy. The party it is for me?”
“No it’s just for girls.”
“Girls?” he is instantly deflated but doesn’t understand why he sister isn’t invited either.
“But she is a girl too, why she is not go?”
“It’s for grown up girls, er I mean it’s for women.”
“It is for wommins? Not girls?”
“That’s right.”
“You are a wommins? You are going to the party?”
“Yes," last time I checked, "the party is going to be here, at our house.”
“Ooh, we have balloons?”
“No, no balloons, it’s not that kind of a party.”
“Oh. We have cake?”
“No, I expect everyone will be on a diet at this time of year. Anyway, I’m making the party food.”
“What food you are making?” I am safe here, as the majority of food, party fare or otherwise is loathsome to my little "neophobic" one.
“Anchovy sandwiches,” I beam with confidence. I can hardly wait to see my guests delighted little American faces.
"Anchovy? What is it?"
"Its.....oh right, um it's a little salty fish."
I should have found a better alternative description. 'Salty,' 'little' and 'fish' will add up to 'Goldfish' for him, his all time favourite food.
"Ooo lovely. I am liking little salty fish very much."
"These aren't Goldfish, they're....." [what can I say to deter him?] "wet."
“Wet? I am thinking that I am not liking that new food. I am thinking that maybe I am hating those things. I am thinking those things are boring for me maybe? They are ‘boring’ they are ‘hating’ which they is?”
“In your case, probably both.”
“It is a birthday?”
“No, not a birthday, just a party to buy jewelry, or look at some at least.”
“You buy jewelry. I buy jewelry too?”
“That’s an idea, but I don’t think you have any money do you?”
“I am needing the monies for the buying?”
“Yes, I’m afraid so.”
“Oh darned it! Why I have no monies?”
“Because you don’t go out to work. You don’t have a job to earn money.”
“I am liking jewelry too. You are buying jewelry for us? You have your monies for us?”
“Probably not, but nice job to think of your brother and sister too. No, it’s not really suitable for boys.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s for big people, not little people.”
“Only big people can be wearing jewelry?”
“Sort of. Some of those necklaces are very long, you might trip over them and fall down.”
“I can have a short one?”
“They’re all long I’m afraid, no little kid jewelry.” He hangs his head in thought and disappointment. He glances back to the screen.
“The party is after breakfast?”
“After breakfast?”
“It is saying 7:30?”
“Oh right! No that’s 7:30 p.m., not a.m.. P.m. is evening, a.m. is morning. This party is in the evening.
“a.m., p.m., what is these letters? What are they meaning?”
“Oh! Hmm. Let me see, I’m not sure. I think it’s ante meridiem and post meridiem. Ante is before and post is after. Meridiem means noon. Is that right?”
“I don know. I am asking you the question. It is my question. It is you answer. You are doing the answering.”
“Yes, sorry, I was a little confused for a moment there.”
“You are confusing? I am confusing too? Both of us, we are the confusing.”
“Oh dear, yes, it’s just that I failed Latin amongst other things.”
“Latin. What it is Latin?”
“Oh gosh. Well Latin is a different language, like Italian or Spanish. It’s just that it’s an old language that we don’t use any more.”
“It is old and mold? Why you are saying Latin then? Old peoples are saying Latins? Old wommins are saying Latins?”
I try and recover ground before we disappear down a cul-de-sac.
“You know, it’s not really a party at all, not the sort of party you go to, it’s more of a meeting, or a convention.”
“’Meeting?’ What it is ‘meeting’?”
“It’s where people get together. They meet each other in one place.”
“So ‘meeting’ is different from ‘party’?”
“Yes.”
“Where am I?”
“You? Oh. You lot will be in Nonna’s room watching a film. A movie.”
“We have movie night? It not Saturday? Why it is movie night again?”
“Because that way you children can have fun, whilst we grown-ups have fun at the same time.”
“We have pop corn? We not have anchovy?”
“Yes.”
“I can wear jewelry for movie night?”
“Umm. Yes, I’ll lend you some jewelry to wear. You can borrow some, it will be free.”
“No monies, it is free?”
“Yes.”
“So we have movie convention with pop corn and jewelry, you have meeting and monies and anchovies?”
“That’s right.”
“I like popcorn jewelry movie convention best.” Now there's a guy that knows a neat deal when he sees one! [translation = chap]

13 comments:

Phoebe Gleeson said...

I love these transcribed conversations! Thanks so much.

My lot are nearly sleeping now. All but me and That Boy, and he's fading fast. Yawning and saying "Goo' night, goo' night, goo' night..."

KEYNOTER said...

Hope you had a wonderful time with your girlfriends.
What lovely kids you have even if they do get up that early!.
You are soooooo patient!! I love your photos.

farmwifetwo said...

How do you ever remember the entire conversation... I can't remember them 2 minutes later....

And I'm not convinced teaching my little one this morning that it's Daddy's fault he left a cup out (he knew better), little one knocked it over... is fixable (get papertowel, clean-up, new socks... even though he cried (just tears, no meltdown) the entire time he helped and chg'd his own socks) is funny... Yet I'm certain you could put it into a great story.

Which is why my blog is just a ramble of thoughts:)

Oh...and the British'isms... I understand about 95% of them and usually can guess the rest. I have to think when I type so I don't add my Cdn - eh?? onto the ends of sentences :)

S.

a mommy said...

Don't let on to the neighbors that you are having a party for old wommins to use latin, buy homemade charms, and eat salty little fishes. A mob may show up to attempt trial by drowning on the lot of you.

Sounds like fun! A very good exchange with lots of open ended questions for a "nonverbal" kid! He's way ahead of most of what I get out of Wills!

Ange said...

Hilarious. Especially when your son says; “I don know. I am asking you the question. It is my question. It is you answer. You are doing the answering."

I never seem to have the right answers and my answers just send us to some interesting places. It always cracks me up when I realize what words (in my long-winded responses) my son latches on to.

http://miscthing.blogspot.com/2006/12/believing.html

Ange said...

sorry, the rest of the url is: 12/believing.html

Just a link to a little story about one of our 'conversations'

Patience said...

I'm with the little chap and the popcorn movie party and no monies. Even if I am an old wommins!

Haddayr said...

Your "nonverbal" son is so beautifully expressive and smart. I love these ones where you transcribe what your kids are saying.

Queen of the Mayhem said...

Sounds like this little man drives a hard bargain! :)

I certainly hope your party goes well! I say you skip the $150 pasta...it is WAY overrated! :)

I'm with him...anchovies...YUCK! :)

Layla said...

Thanks for stopping by my humble abode.[newbie]

Melissa said...

That was wonderful! Love the conversation and the logic of your little man :)

Jerry Grasso said...

The description: "Getting Lost Down This Cul-de-Sac" is very, very, very appropriate for these conversations with our children. I may have to steal that one, McEwen!

Second, there really isn't a reason why you couldn't have balloons and cake. I'm just saying...

crunchy carpets said...

I love reading this stuff.....

I don't know how you do it.

With Adam it is a lot of stopping and starting and him having to wait and try again to gather is thoughts and us biting our tongues so we don't just finish the thought for him.

A story can take years.

 
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