When Ethan is in a particular mood, on most afternoons after school, he perseverates on a certain topic.
‘You die mom?’
‘Mom, your dead. Be a ghost.’
‘Mom? Gonna die, mom?’
‘Mom? Mom. I love grandma. I love dad. I love Gabby-boy. Not you – I ‘X’ you.’
Then he makes the sound you would hear if you gave an incorrect answer on a game show.
Peals of laughter commence – only from Ethan, of course.
He goes on and on about me becoming a ghost and haunting our present house. He maintains that it will then become a ‘Spooky House’. He tells me that I am ‘old’ and ‘yucky’. He rarely expresses this about Dennis – and he is old and yucky too!
Sometimes I ignore him – to the extent that it is possible to ignore Ethan. If he chooses, he can keep this up for hours. Sometimes I respond.
‘Yes, E, we are all going to die.’
‘Yes, E, if given the opportunity I will definitely haunt you.’
‘Ethan, if I die, who is going to make the food and do the laundry?’
He says he’s going to take over. Maybe he could start that now?
He has expressed these sentiments from the time he was very young. We can come up with no good reason for this particular behavior – or so many like it. It is inexplicable – like so much about him.
It is a hobby, a habit, a compulsion. My mom is often concerned that it upsets me. It does not. I recently had a compassionate friend concerned that it is hurtful. I am not sure why it does not bother me. I don’t believe that he secretly hates me and also, a lot of what Ethan does is confounding. It is far from the most difficult facet of his quirky self.
It’s fine. I love Ethan enough for the both of us. And if it turns out that it is, in fact, possible to haunt him or become a ghost when I die – I’m in.
Did you know that Roy Rogers and Dale Evans had a baby girl with Down Syndrome? This book is a little beauty.