After work yesterday I came home to find Brian playing trains in his room. I peeked my head in and watched him play. He was pushing the trains around the track he had built and yelling "____ it out". Only I couldn't figure out what the first word was. My first guess was "Cut it out"- but it's not really something I say a lot, and he usually only picks up phrases he hears everyday. I tried to ask him, but alas functional language is still a bit off.
Me: "What are you saying?"
Me: "Did you say Cut it out?"
Brian: "It out?"
Me: "Are you yelling at your trains?"
Me: sigh "Want a snack?"
Brian: "Yes I do!"
Fast forward to this morning, 6 am, I heard Brian playing in his room when I heard, clear as day, "Spit it out!". Over and over again. Now, that ones makes sense. Well, not sense when it's being yelled at his little trains but it makes sense, in the fact that he hears it quite often. He use to hear it a lot when his PICA was it it's peak, but now it's mostly limited to candy that he tries to sneak.
He loves to climb and he can sniff out the treat bowl. No matter where I've hidden it, he finds it. Most of the time I'll catch him in the act of climbing or opening cupboards, but if not I always know he got something by the RUNNING up the stairs. He gives himself away. I'll run after him yelling "Spit it out" and he laughs and runs some more. He really finds it very comical. And I kind of do too, as I treasure anything "typical" and sometimes find it hard to stay serious when I just want to hug him. Hug him for trying to be sneaky and hug him for seeing the comedy in me chasing him. I don't hug though- just stick out my palm and wait for him to spit out the sticky mess on to my palm. Which he does and then he laughs some more. Maybe that's really the reward for him- seeing the look of disgust on my face as I hold his sticky candy in my hand.
So, perhaps a strange phrase to add to his repertoire of scripts, but I get it. He finds enjoyment in that phrase and in the scene that always follows.