Monday, January 3, 2011

All That Sticks Is Not A Sticker

All this fun for just $8.80 a sheet

I leave the room for a minute while writing Christmas cards, and I come back to Audrey covered in postage stamps.  My beautiful pine cone Forever stamps, the secular (but not really) angels, and even the Madonna and Child ones.  See you in hell little girl.  This isn't a dentist's office and VM & BJ (Virgin Mary and Baby Jesus, for you heathens out there) ain't Spongebob & Patrick, sister.

Seriously, why do kids love stickers so much?  Kids get shot up with novocaine, their teeth yanked out, blood drawn, broken arms set...and all they get a sticker slapped on the back of their hand.  Postage stamps aside, it takes A LOT more than that to motivate Audrey.  Which in my book makes her much smarter than the average typical kid.  Until stickers become either edible or flashing and beeping or musical or the cartoon character comes to life and hands her an iPhone, they ain't cutting it.

21 comments:

  1. love it !!
    R is completely the same way
    But people offer him stickers ( the same people ) over and over again as a reward

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  2. Corbin got into the stamps as well over vacation haha- boredom, i tell ya.

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  3. Ohhhhhhh...don't get me started. I hate stickers. My daughter is 16..they still offer them to her and they stick them to her fucking wheelchair! It makes a HUGE mess. Hate, hate, hate stickers.

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  4. My lot (but not the clever autie boy) even love the stickers on bananas and apples. why why why?? Jen

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  5. My daughter loves her stickers! They're great motivators for her. The worst is when she gets to choose her stickers. It can take her 3 years to pick something out!

    Because of this, I've long ago warned her not to take postage stamps and use them as stickers! So far, so good!

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  6. My daughter likes stickers, but they are not a motivator. Why do the people at trader joe's give a long strip of them? I'll be picking them out of the car seat cushions forever.

    Can you still use the stamps with glue or tape or something?

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  7. Griffin has always hated stickers. Almost as much as his dad hates gum. When he was younger and people used to try and stick him with some inane sticker, I would have to jump in like a Secret Service Agent protecting the president. Upside? His sister got all his rejects.

    You should have given up on the Christmas Card Project when Audrey gave you the excuse. Would've saved you the legal fees from the TRO coming down the pike.

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  8. My oldest adores them. A.dores. Onces used a whole packet of stamps. Daddy was noooot happy. Recently I found the hallway decorated with stickers, along with the floor. She's 7, and her 5 and 4 year old siblings helped. Stickers don't come off paint, my friends!

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  9. I don't know... if the sticker smells like chocolate, pizza, or bubble gum Audrey gets pretty excited!

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  10. Bwahahahaha! Georgia is a sucker for a sticker, to the point that she'll try to stick random scraps of paper on her hand. I can get her to do (almost) anything for a sticky picture.

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  11. Oh. No. That's some expensive sticker action. Caleb's not big into stickers, either. They tried to give him a sticker along with his autism diagnosis and he wasn't havin' it. Grace, on the other hand, likes to stick them to things like computer screens or the one and only heirloom I own. Good times getting that nasty residue off. Yuck.

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  12. You should mail her somewhere. That'll teach her.

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  13. LMAO @ Aimee!!!

    I didn't even have to read the post. When I saw the picture I knew IMMEDIATELY what happened!

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  14. My autie dude would eat the sticker!...it's my little girl (NT) who defaces the house with pink glittery stickers that napalm couldn't shift XXX

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  15. LOL! This is hilarious. Stickers are definitely loved, but like Audrey it takes a lot more to motivate Little D. But if they are left accessible they will be allover the house. Tape is a culprit as well!

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  16. @jencull: Oh, you've just reminded me that growing up my mother used to slap the Chiquita banana stickers on my hand when we were in the grocery store. I guess that was the poor man's version.

    @mamafog: I've never gotten them at TJ's. You'd better believe that I'm still using those stamps...a little glue stick and they're good as new.

    @BigDaddyAutism: Hee hee. No matter what you throw at me, still so worth it.

    @Ashley: Jealous that you got a sticker with your dx. Some people have all the luck.

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  17. haha Cute!! Okay, maybe not so cute at the time. ;)

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  18. I just got upset for you. After either waiting in that ridiculous line at the Post Office, or having the grocery store person take 15 minutes to figure out how to ring up stamps and then take another 15 minutes to find a manager to get the stamps, then paying a boat load of money, I would be pissed if my kids got into the stamps. And they never restick, ever. When you mess up writing that label and try ever so carefully to restick it to a fresh envelope and it doesn't work? Ugh.

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  19. LOL My brother once covered me in stamps and had me go stand next to the mail box when I was little in the desperate hope that they would take me somewhere, anywhere. My mom was not amused, and she too carefully collected the stamps to reuse, although she also docked his allowance for the roll of stamps he used.
    None of my students with autism were really motivated by stickers - unless it was to eat them or to flick them back and forth repeatedly. Yet my other students would have done ANYTHING for a sticker. They cried if they did not earn one. I think it has to do with the cost of the toy - stickers are cheap, stamps expensive; blinky toys are expensive, spinny tops are more expensive. They have outsmarted us!

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  20. This one time, when I was a kid, I was forced to play kickball on our school's dirt field during PE. I *hated* PE and my hatred for it was justified when the residuals from the clouds of dust from said dirt field deposited themselves in the corner of my eye. At age seven, I had to go to the optomologist to get the dirt scraped out. SCRAPED OUT. The eye guy didn't specialize in kids, so he had squat for rewards. He tried, though. He gave me a Dixie cup. A plain, regular, run of the mill Dixie cup. Nary a cartoon character on it. That was my treat. When he handed it to me, my Mom shot me a look that said, "Be grateful." I'm pretty sure I mumbled "thanks" and I remember my Mom praising me for not humiliating the man for his poor choice of reward. In hindsight, the man must have had a stamp. I wish I was smart enough at seven to have asked for one.

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  21. @Bethany: I suppose your mother was too pissed to snap a pic of that. Too bad she didn't have a blog at the time :)

    @Nate's Mom: A Dixie cup? This reminds me of David Letterman when he says that the only toy he had as a child was a bent nail. You poor Depression era baby!

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