Mr. Boo celebrated his 19th birthday in fine style. He got some fancy socks and shirts and went for lots of rides in the car to his favorite places to eat. We got tacos from Taco Bell, a juice box from Starbucks, fries from Wendy’s and a freezie from Super America. He had been telling everyone for a week, via his device, that he had a birthday coming up. It was a very good day.
The last two days have showed some interesting developments in language. Boo is very good at picking up on my mood and various vibes and tensions in the air. Two nights ago we were sitting in an endless line at a drive through. In the past, Boo has used his other devices to pseudo swear but I had not heard him do this with his current device. Suddenly, out of the backseat came a voice that clearly said, “Oh, bucket!” I flipped around and looked at him. “Boo Bear, did you just drop the F bomb?” I asked. He respond by making his device say “Bucket, bucket, bucket!” “You are exactly right”, I crowed, “Bucket all!” Then I bought everyone an ice cream to celebrate.
Last night I went out for a run and Boo was preparing to go out with Alissa. She was looking for his wallet which usually resides in his backpack. She could not find it and asked Robert if he had seen it. Boo made his device say “Backpack”. “True”, Alissa said, “But it is not in the backpack, I can’t find it.” “Bag” said Boo Bear. “Bag, bag, bag.” Robert looked around and saw my purse on the table, looked in it and saw the wallet! Everyone told Bo0 how proud they were of him and he went merrily off with Alissa. When I got home he told me “Backpack, bag, proud” several times. Alissa provided me with the backstory and it all made perfect sense. I was quietly stunned.
These events may be small potatoes to some people, but in the life of Boo and his family and caretakers they are huge. After 19 years of not being able to express himself, Boo is finding that he has a lot to say, and we are hanging on every word. Thanks for listening. Be good humans, peace y’all.