Our Aspergers Teenage Boy

Dad reports:
Just had my daily dose of being screamed at by Tommy. My day just wouldn’t be whole if he didn’t burst my ear drums with a daily holler.

Dad reports:
Tommy arises and has his medicine. Then I give his the Mensa IQ Test.

His answers are interesting (you should take the test before reading on..it’s only 11 questions at 10 seconds each):

Is there a 4th of July in England?

He either clicked “don’t know” or “no”

How many birthdays does the average man have?

He considered 54 but chose 80.

Some months have 31 days. How many have 28?

He insisted on 3

How many outs are there in an inning?

He had no clue. Clicked “don’t know”

Is it legal for a man in California to marry his widow’s sister?

He clicked “don’t know”

Divide 30 by 1/2 and add 10. What is the answer?

He got frustrated that 25 was not there and he guessed 35.

If there are 3 apples and you take away 2, how many do you have?

He answered 1.

A doctor gives you 3 pills telling you to take one every half hour. How many minutes would the pills last?

I don’t recall his answer but I think it was “don’t know”

A farmer as 17 sheep and all but 9 die. How many are left?

Thanks to Tommy’s grandfather, Tommy instantly knew this to be 9

How many animals of each sex did Moses take on the ark?

He answered 2.

How many two cent stamps are there in a dozen?

He answered 12.

Dad reports this morning:
Tommy is either still asleep or he is hiding. I will stir him shortly to give him medicine.

Mom reports: Tommy’s rapid talking, tics and nervous laughter are just getting worse. I will be so glad when the weekend is over and he gets past this visit.

Dad reports:
Tommy is allowing himself to get worked up on his phone call with his bio dad.

Dad reports:
Tommy cleaned his floor then used the cell phone to call his biological father.

Has he been in his room all day thinking about this phone call?

Dad reports:
Told Tommy he couldn’t play in Noah’s room until his floor was picked up so he went back to hiding under his covers.

I think I’ll sleep in the kitchen tonight.

Dad reports:
Tommy came out of his room at 3:10 wanting a snack and I sent him back explaining he was still in his pajamas and that we had guests. I instructed him to close his door. At 3:36 he asks “have our guests left?” I said “yes” he asked “can I come out?” I said “not until you are dressed and you can’t have a snack” he gouses “why not?” I said “because you haven’t done anything to deserve a snack” He grumbled “I’ve slept and that’s something” to which I reply “that’s nothing” and he agrues “it’s something” I retort “It’s nothing and don’t back talk me.” Discussion ends.

Dad reports:
Tommy ate lunch. I turned on “Shanghi Knights” expecting guffaws but instead he returned to hiding in his bed.

Dad reports:
Tommy rises. Hmm.. His first words “Just in time for lunch”