Monday, September 1, 2008

A Story About Our "Scooter Boy"

Here, my radiant scooter boy is about ready to take off down driveway and onto the street on a day well before his scooter started to get locked up. Some of his happiest free moments of his summer vacation were spent on that scooter. Summer is great because our street isn't quite as busy or obstructed. Last week, however, our empty street turned into a full one when the fall semester began at Central Michigan University.

What this means is that college students start lining up their cars alongside our yard for a short walk (five or ten minutes) to campus. Parking alongside our road means the students don't have to pay a parking fee to park in a university-owned lot and this results in a much narrower street--especially if cars are parked on both sides of the road.

So for our son's own safety, my husband and I have decided to lock the scooter up in the trunk of our little Chevy Cavalier during the week when the road is too full. It might sound a little mean, but if we didn't do that our guy who has mild autism would sneak off with it despite our warnings. He'll wear is helmet diligently, look for cars and scooter in the range dictated by mom, but cannot appreciate the importance of abstaining from his favorite activity for saftety reasons.

My boys and I travelled most of this holiday weekend (Labor Day), but returned on Sunday. Today my scooter boy was supposed to get his scooter back because the college students had the day off from classes and our road looked clear.

Unfortunately, it appears that at some point my ten year old tried to free his scooter by using his own key--a wooden stick. Some of it, I discovered, broke of into the lock. My key only went a quarter of the way in. I peeked in the keyhole, saw a small chunk of wood and instantly knew what happened. The guilty party tried to deny putting a stick into the keyhole, but mom knows her boy all too well.

An ice pick, knife and a two-pronged corn on the cob holder failed to dislodge the wood chip. Scooter boy didn't get to ride his scooter after all today. I felt sort of bad for him, but am hoping a lesson of sorts has been learned. A locksmith will be called soon and hopefully our bound-to-be joyful ten year old will get his Razor scooter back next weekend.

6 comments:

Casdok said...

Oh dear! I bet he cant wait to get it back!

Marla said...

Living on a busy street is so hard. Our street is like a freeway. I hate it. Too noisy to even be out on the front sidewalk. Instead we go to parks to ride. I am so glad he is willing to wear a helmet. M would have no part of that and refuses. Granted, lately she won't ride her bike or scooter anyway. Argh.

Love the picture and I am so excited to get back to seeing how you are doing and what you are all up to!

Anonymous said...

Hi. You mentioned Ms. C took a job at Alma? Would it be the MoCi program at Hillcrest? If so, she is my son's new teacher and I just wonder how you liked her. I loved Miss M, and she left after one year to take a job in Alpena. My son is in the moderate range for autism, and I'm afraid his new teacher might not be quite as understanding as Miss M was.

J said...

To Casdok: You are right on! He's scooterless and sad at the moment.

To Marla: Yep, living on a busy street isn't easy for families with children. The street we used to live on in Lansing, Mi was even busier, so our new location is a bit of an improvement. Still, a quiet dead end street would be ideal I think! We live on a corner so there are four ways for trouble instead of two.

To anonymous: Yes, I think Mrs. C is your son's new teacher. I didn't hear the name of the school, but I did hear that the teacher Mrs. C is replacing headed to Alpena, MI. My son and Mrs. C started the school year out great, but butted heads some by the end of the year. It may have not been her fault as my guy (who can be a sweetie a lot of the time) has quite a bit of fire in his spirit!

She's very sweet and started her career as a MOci teacher. Last year, the RESD gave the Moci to a teacher in rosebush with a bigger room and the Mici class to Mrs. C. It was her first and apparently last year as a Mici teacher. That tells me her heart is into teaching a Moci class. Further, she gave up living within a real easy walking distance from her home for driving to a Moci job in Alma. Friday folders or the amount of finished work coming home may seem thinner than before because she tends to have her students do hands on "life skills" type of activities.

One thing I loved about her class was her Mrs. C's cafes. I wrote about it on Dec. 19. You can find it by following this link: http://www.autism-blog.net/2007/12/mrs-cs-cafe.html. Hope that helps. Best Wishes to you and your son!

Club 166 said...

A locksmith? I would think a hacksaw or boltcutter and a new lock would be less expensive than a locksmith.

If you don't have a hacksaw or a boltcutter, I would bring the scooter with lock to the locksmith, to minimize expense.

Glad to see that you had a good summer!

Joe

J said...

To Joe: Well those aren't bad ideas except the scooter is locked up in a car trunk! You are right though... I should explore more inexpensive options.