Sorry, Kid. The Easter Bunny has Asperger’s

No honey. The Easter Bunny isn't drunk. She's just a little off today. Photo by Anirudh Koul.

It’s a big Easter at our house this year. Little Yoda, who is allergic to almost everything, is now officially allowed to eat corn. And that means he is finally able to indulge in the #1 kid holiday ingredient of which he has been deprived for far too long: corn syrup!

As such, I went shopping early. I bought Jelly Bellies. “Cottontail” cotton candy balls. Fruit Gushers. You name it. If it’s celiac-safe, it was in my Target cart. And even more impressively, I went online sometime in February and bought bunny and egg chocolate candy molds for some homemade gluten-free, dairy-free Easter basket classics. I even bought pastel foil to wrap them in, thus making them look store-bought.

Because Yoda is the master of kid-sleuths, and because I’m Aspie-obsessed with being crowned this year’s best Easter Bunny, I hid all of these items very well.

A little too well.

That’s right.

I can’t find any of it.

Not a damned thing.

Curses to you, executive functioning deficits!

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For 36 years I wondered why I so quirky. Now I know. I have Asperger’s. I am mother to Little Yoda, a sage of a six-year-old. I’m also wife to a “normie” who is extremely patient with my obsessions, anxieties, and Aspergery space-outs. I try really hard not to suck at either of these roles. Join me as I take on the horrors and joys of daily life in world where most people aren’t wired like me. Laugh at me as I try to make food without wheat, casein, corn, soy, eggs or nuts. Poke fun as I obsess-compulse over stuff that rolls off the backs of most everybody else. Because if you, too, are wired for life on some distant, unknown planet, you probably need to commiserate. And you definitely need to laugh.
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25 Responses to Sorry, Kid. The Easter Bunny has Asperger’s

  1. arianezurcher says:

    Oh no! I do this too! I will even say to my husband – “Okay, I’m hiding this here, don’t let me forget.” Then a month later – “I can’t find it. Where did I hide it?”
    Richard: “I can’t remember.”
    We’re both terrible. It’s a running joke in our house. And we’re NT!

    • I usually try that trick, too! But either I forgot to do it this time, or he forgot what I said. I had to buy all the picked-over Easter stuff at Target, alas.

    • Caz Leitch says:

      Unfortunately that doesnt happen at my house! I have tried EVERYTHING to hide the chocolate…but my daughter’s autism gave her superpowers to sniff out even the tiniest scrap of a chocolate crumb! I end up having to leave easter egg shopping to the absolute last minute…or leave it at a nearby friend’s house….
      That’s not the only superpower she has. X-ray vision seems to work with her too. I cant hide much at my place!

  2. Life and Ink says:

    Just follow the ants! :-)

  3. Oh nooooooo…. Wish I could say this hasn’t happened to me too *sigh*. Hopefully you’ll find them before he’s 30 and it’s too late to try them. :)

    I’m happy for Little Yoda! J2 had food intolerances when he was little but nothing compared to kids with serious food allergies.

    Happy Hunting!

    • Ha! Thanks! I think I’ve officially given up. He’ll probably find all of it around his birthday when he snoops for presents.

      Did J2 grow out of his intolerances? I’m SO hoping Yoda does. Especially the egg. Wheat, dairy & nuts I can work around, but baking without eggs is torture. His allergies are mild, though, so we can test them every now and then. If he barfs, he’s not ready. LOL.

  4. that sounds like he is about have a seriously super sleuthing adventure this Easter.

  5. Angel says:

    OMG!! I hide things all the time…I call it my “safe places”, but I never remember where the safe places are! I think I wrote a post about how I could not find Daniel’s medical papers. I tore this house upside down looking for them. I ended up finding them months later in a mix of school folders. I remembered I put it there so I would not forget. :-/

    Oh, and there was the other time I hid my favorite shoes, I cannot remember why now, but I had a good reason then. I couldn’t find them for weeks, my sisters and mom came to visit and found them under the kitchen sink. There was the time I hid my paycheck under my bed, and forgot that I hid it there — I thought someone stole it until I moved out and found it. Yeah…I have a lot of stories. I am such a good “hider”!

    Hopefully Yoda can help you! :-)

  6. LOL. That’s what I do with Christmas presents.

  7. Kmarie says:

    I’ve done that too:) Today we were at the specialists and they ask when the kids birthdays are, who diagnosed them, what year…I could not remember any of it. They looked at me like I was stupid and then they re check and don’t believe the diagnosis or what I am saying…that is when I really despise my moments of brain fog:)

  8. lol. I think if my brain wasn’t attached to my body, I would lose it. Brain Fog all over the place around here.

  9. A Quiet Week says:

    I adore how you are going all out for Easter. Sometimes the holiday bug bites me and I am a flurry of festive activity.

    I laughed when I read how you misplaced everything. How many times I have out foxed myself with a clever hiding place. I hope you find it all in time to make lots of goodies!

  10. Just started following your blog, and love it. Have a great Easter and bite some ears off chocolate bunnies!

  11. lexilil says:

    Marvellous post. I’ve done this so many times too! Hope you have a great Easter without them – they’ll probably turn up when you’re hiding Christmas presents!

  12. Estrella says:

    Between Mom and me, when one of us can’t find something we often joke that the last time we had it we put it in a “safe place”…a little TOO safe!

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