Fooied That Up
(My eight-year-old autistic, but very verbal and outgoing, brother learned the ‘F’ word. To get him to stop using it all the time, we started using ‘fooie’ all the time. We explained that he should say ‘fooie’ instead and soon he was doing it, too. Whenever we take him out we’d have to remind him to behave because he fusses quite regularly. One day, in the parking lot of the grocery store:)
Mom: *to my brother* “Now remember to be a good boy, and not have a fuss.”
(When we get in the store, they see it is more packed than they’ve ever seen it before. All the employees are restocking, and there are wall to wall customers. All the aisles were facing the door. As my brother sees all these people he straightens up and states loudly.)
Brother: “I’M GOING TO BE A GOOD BOY TODAY…”
(Everyone turns to look at him. Seeing everyone watching him, he holds his head higher and declares as loud as he can:)
Brother: “I’M GOING TO BE A GOOD BOY TODAY! I DON’T SAY ‘F***!’ I SAY ‘FOOIE!'”
(There was every reaction imaginable. Hilarity, horror, shock, and everything in between. My poor mom desperately tried to disappear into the crowd. He’s now eighteen, and we still laugh about it.)
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