Max is all about numbers, and it shows no sign of waning. If anything he is even more into numbers these days.
They’ve always seemed to hold a certain fascination for him. I suppose it’s not uncommon for a kid with autism. He loves carrying around a calculator. I try to leave one in the car to keep him busy on long rides. He’s been working on addition at school and loves it.
His new favorite thing is to sit on my lap and to have me hold out both my hands. He folds down some of the fingers on each hand, then he counts how many are left. “Number one! Number two! 3! Special number four! 5!”
Number four is always special now.
When Max was two and people would ask him his age, he would sometimes answer, “Two old, “ which was actually pretty funny. After he turned three, out of nowhere, he started telling people he was eight. (If he felt like answering anyway) and they’d turn to me with this very baffled look and I’d have to explain, “No. He just likes that number. He’s three.” Most of them were pretty amused by this and a few even said they might just pick an age they liked. Maybe 25. Ever since then if Max chooses to give an answer when asked his age, it’s usually 8. Until now.
Now its four. Special number four.
His younger brother Sam turned four not too long ago. There was a number four shaped candle on his cake and Max really liked it. I’m sure that’s why four is so special
Max is turning eight years old this summer. If he would tell people his real and actual age, that would be pretty cool. I just need to find an awesome number eight candle.