Saturday, September 26, 2009
Roger likes to bring things in his pocket.
He says, “Guess what's in my pocket?”
I say, “A coin!” “No,” he says. I say, “A toy car!” “No,” he says. And then he shows me what he brought.
It's a sharp pin. My eyes get very wide. He says, “It's a nail for the peg board. Since we lost one yesterday.” “Thank you!”, I say, and I take the pin.
On another day he walks through the school gate with his hand in his pocket.
“Guess what's in my pocket?”, he asks me. “Hm, did you bring another pin?,” I say. “No,” he says. He takes out a 50 florin bill. “Wow”, I say, “where did you get that from?” He looks at me and says “When my mom was showering I went in her room and I got it from her purse.” I tell him I think he should give it back to her later, she might be wondering where her money is.
Another day he says, “Guess what's in my pocket?”
Today I am a little afraid. I say, “Is it a sharp object?” “No,” he says. “It's a bee!”
But it's really a cockroach. Everyone gathers near to see the “bee.” I explain, “Roger brought a cockroach to show everyone. Don't worry. It's not alive anymore. Lets count it's legs.”
On another day, Roger took off his shoe and inside of it was a big dead lizard. He has a way of talking... he said “What the?!” I said, “Roger, there was a lizard in your shoe. You must have not noticed he was there when you put your shoe on this morning.”
These things happen to Roger.