My Quirky Boy

Finally. The nasty of all nasty tummy bugs made an appearance in my house this week. I was an innocent victim, so was the Girl. Ugh. Today, after 2 days, I am beginning to feel normal, sort of. What I would not do for a coffee right now.

Sometimes I feel like as parents we never learn. Fin is a “collector”. I guess this is some sort of official category, or description of a behavior seen in ASD kids. As a wee one he would separate all his toys by color, or size. He would collect them in containers, and organize them in a scary OCD way. We would just for fun take one green Lego, and put it in the yellow pile. With out a word, he would just fix it. Over, and over, and over. The sick puppies we are we never tired of mixing them up. He has evolved to action figures, as is age appropriate. (Appropriate - one of his very favorite words). When we purchase one those marketing evil-doers put all the other available in to collection on the back. Fin will go right to studying the package and memorize the grouping of action heros. He will then proceed to map out which ones he is going to get, and in what order. This holiday season, he has moved onto a new level.

Pokemon Cards.

Evil.

He must have at least 100 of them. He looks at them, a lot. They have numbers, characters, rules, powers, and all sorts of stuff. We, of course, feed the fury by purchasing more, and telling other people that he collects them when they ask.

I envision him all grown up living by himself surrounded by the obsession of the moment. I hope he only collects small things, and not cats.

Any one out there recognize this behavior??