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TJ said, “Bite me.”
I didn’t believe my ears, so I asked him to repeat himself. He quite clearly said, “Bite me” three or four more times.
I couldn’t figure out where he would’ve heard such a phrase. We don’t use that language, especially not around him!
Then he explained himself.
When I was getting him dressed, the neck hole of his shirt was a bit tight. He hates putting shirts on because of his big head. According to him, the shirt “bit” him. But he didn’t know the correct verb tense.
“Shirt bite me” was how I finally understood.
I had to apologize for the shirt biting him.
Good thing getting dressed is something we do at home. At least he shouldn’t repeat the phrase in public!
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
