Over the edge

Frances has a very dry sense of humour that appears at really funny times.

For example, every weekend, she and I have a sleepover: we usually camp out in a fort in the living room, watch a movie and eat popcorn.

Recently, my bed was the site of the sleepover, and I found myself often teetering on the edge about to fall off because she kept moving closer and pushing me. I even fell over once.

When I mentioned this to Frances, she simply said, “Well, they say if you love something, you should let it go.”

So, she was letting me go over the edge?



Musca domestica

Someone in the Pink Cup Family recently left the back door open despite my reminders that flies would get into our home. Well, flies got into our home for a week or so, which caused Frances to remark:

“It’s not every day you see a housefly in its natural habitat — a house! Hahaha!”

I’ve read that people with Aspergers/high functioning autism spectrum disorder lack a sense of humour — I must beg to differ.  

Frances has a great sense of humour: It just may not involve subjects to which her peers can easily relate since it usually reflects her other intense interest: documentaries (nature, architecture, and restricted growth syndromes — I’ll have to discuss that one later).

Spare time

I came across this little gem in Frances’s school journal:

“Thurs. Oct. 8, 2015.

When I am bored, I annoy my sister. I do: ‘Knock, knock. Do you want to build a snowman?’ It really annoys my sister.”

Yes, she knocks on Pink Cup Sister’s bedroom door and sings the Do You Want to Build A Snowman? song from the movie Frozen just as the character, Anna, does. 

She does it over and over again, and we have to remind her of the “it was funny the first time” rule.

Thankfully, she hasn’t done it in quite some time.

(Nota bene: There was remarkable improvement in her spelling from October to June.)


Frances made a cute list of things she wanted to do before Christmas during Christmas vacation — number five was my favourite: Capture an elf. She said she might believe in Santa if she could capture an elf.


The Christmas carol

It takes on new meaning in our home.

For example, while listening to Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer, at the “as they shouted out with glee” part, Frances asked:

“Is ‘glee’ a company that sells telephones?”

While listening to We Wish You A Merry Christmas, at the “we won’t go until we get some” part, Frances said:

“That really gets me. After about ten minutes, would you call the police?”

Merry Christmas!

Five years ago 

In preschool, Frances didn’t speak to anyone, ever. After every class, I would approach the teachers and ask if she’d spoken, and they would always shake their heads and say, “Not today.”

She was a tiny three-year-old with long, corkscrew curls who wouldn’t acknowledge, speak to, or play beside others, and I wasn’t yet very worried as much as I was just surprised to be realizing this about my daughter. 

At any rate, she spoke freely to me using an impressive vocabulary, but to everyone else she was a silent child.

So, imagine my surprise when I was called to speak to the teacher about something that she had said in class: the one time that Frances had spoken to anyone in her class was to tell the other children that Santa Claus didn’t exist, that it was “just something written about in books”!

It was doubly shocking for me because we had always kept the Santa narrative alive in our family, yet clearly she’d developed her own opinion.

That being said, whilst still a non-believer regards the jolly elf, she is today excited about the end of Halloween and the beginning of the Christmas season.