My newborn baby brother moved off the couch by himself/u/GlitteringMagnet3456

The Paranormal, Uncategorized | February 27, 2023

My newborn baby brother moved off the couch by himself/u/GlitteringMagnet3456

My mom loves to tell this story, so I’ve heard it 100+ times. It never gets old though, and I think it would fit in here.

At the time of this story, I’m a precocious 3 year old girl with as much perception of others as any normal 3 year old (which is none), and who loves Disney and books, but because I’m on the autism spectrum, people think I’m not actually reading the book, but that I’m mimicking my peers who are reading/learning to read, and I don’t actually understand the plot of the book or anything about it (which was not true, but that’s a whole other story). But at the time, it doesn’t help that my favorite thing to say is “I don’t know!”

Mom: What book are you reading? Me: I don’t know!

Dad: What is this book about? Me: I don’t know!

Teacher: What color is Clifford the Big Red Dog? Me: I don’t know!

That year, 1994, is very eventful because my mom is pregnant, my paternal grandmother dies, and we move from our suburban home in small town America into an old farmhouse just outside of town. As July ends, my mom gives birth to my little brother, and I’m excited to have a younger sibling, but the novelty wears off because unlike my other baby dolls, he doesn’t stop crying and I occasionally have to help change his diaper.

Shortly after they both came home from the hospital, probably in September or October, my mom put my brother on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket (like a little burrito). I was also on the couch, reading a book.

She leaves us alone for a maximum of maybe 5 minutes (use the bathroom or answer the phone, I don’t remember), and when she comes back, my brother is lying on the floor, still wrapped up like a burrito in his little baby blanket, but with a little look of shock on his face, and I’m still on the couch reading my book.

She then asks me “How did your brother get on the floor?!”

And I answer “I don’t know!”

He didn’t roll off, and he didn’t fall off. It was like he was picked up and set down at the foot of the couch.

And she can’t get another word out of me. In my defense, I don’t know (or remember for that matter), but it makes for a great story.

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[link] [comments]My mom loves to tell this story, so I’ve heard it 100+ times. It never gets old though, and I think it would fit in here. At the time of this story, I’m a precocious 3 year old girl with as much perception of others as any normal 3 year old (which is none), and who loves Disney and books, but because I’m on the autism spectrum, people think I’m not actually reading the book, but that I’m mimicking my peers who are reading/learning to read, and I don’t actually understand the plot of the book or anything about it (which was not true, but that’s a whole other story). But at the time, it doesn’t help that my favorite thing to say is “I don’t know!” Mom: What book are you reading? Me: I don’t know! Dad: What is this book about? Me: I don’t know! Teacher: What color is Clifford the Big Red Dog? Me: I don’t know! That year, 1994, is very eventful because my mom is pregnant, my paternal grandmother dies, and we move from our suburban home in small town America into an old farmhouse just outside of town. As July ends, my mom gives birth to my little brother, and I’m excited to have a younger sibling, but the novelty wears off because unlike my other baby dolls, he doesn’t stop crying and I occasionally have to help change his diaper. Shortly after they both came home from the hospital, probably in September or October, my mom put my brother on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket (like a little burrito). I was also on the couch, reading a book. She leaves us alone for a maximum of maybe 5 minutes (use the bathroom or answer the phone, I don’t remember), and when she comes back, my brother is lying on the floor, still wrapped up like a burrito in his little baby blanket, but with a little look of shock on his face, and I’m still on the couch reading my book. She then asks me “How did your brother get on the floor?!” And I answer “I don’t know!” He didn’t roll off, and he didn’t fall off. It was like he was picked up and set down at the foot of the couch. And she can’t get another word out of me. In my defense, I don’t know (or remember for that matter), but it makes for a great story. submitted by /u/GlitteringMagnet3456 [link] [comments]

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