Raising a child with disabilities has its moments – of hilarity. Our family roars at the recollection of infamous Noni Baloney moments. Like the time we walked into Uncle Melvin’s wake to greet the family. In this sacred space for all to hear, Noni announces, “Megan, you’ve got a booger on your nose!”
Cousin Megan, mortified and trying to shush her, softly explains she is wearing a nose ring.
Noni would have none of it. Fully confident that she knows a booger when she sees it, she is adamant and the volume of her voice goes up a notch. “No, no, no, you’ve got a booger on your nose, right there,” she points. A contingent of cousins loses control, and the laughter becomes contagious.
Uncle Mel would be howling.
In high school, during regular Monday morning conversation about What I Did Over the Weekend, Noni shared with the class, “I started my period.”
After a quick reminder about not sharing personal information, her teacher redirects her by asking what else happened. Noni answers, “Jacy (little sister) started hers too.”
The girl is a free spirit. So proud of herself after successfully undressing before putting on her pajamas, she appeared in her brother’s bedroom doorway beaming, and naked, exclaiming, “Look at me! I did it all my myself!”
Her dad’s favorite antic is handing his little buttercup the phone when a telemarketer calls.
Noni: (who can't pronounce her L's) “Ha-woh. I don't know."
Caller: Asks about consolidating debt, opening a checking account, participating in a survey, or voting for a political candidate. Sound familiar?
Noni: Louder, “Ha-woh. I don’t know.”
Caller: Repeats the question.
Noni: Louder still and with gusto, “Ha-woh! I don’t know!” Followed by, “Hey, he hung up on me!”
Works every time.