September 8, 2012
A couple of days ago, I was locked in the kitchen with Duncan, which has been a really good strategy, by the way. He enjoys having his i-pad to which he is growing more attached. [on a side note, though, as much as he enjoys it, when left alone with it too long, he tore it out of it's protective casing, cracked a corner and scratched the face.
Anyway, it is nice being in there with him. I do kitchen and laundry chores. And he has virtually unlimited access to the pantry.
So, I ask if he wants a drink. I ask if he wants Nestle Quik, as he hasn't had it in a while.
He pushes it towards me, a nudge that means, "Yes, do that."
I stop and say, "Hot or Cold?"
Looking inside the door with the sign language symbols taped to it, I am happy to see that one of the pics has an actual pic of a cup of hot chocolate. It also has a sketch drawing of a person signing hot.
I point to the pics of hot and cold.
Rather than pointing as he might normally do, Dunc taps his two fists together.
I'm confused.
I point again, he repeats his motion.
It's the sign for cold!
Yeah for Dunc!
