Interviewer (aka Mom): First, is it alright if I call you Feisty Pants?
FP: "Yep. Well, a little bit."
I:What would like people to know about you?
FP:"I'm ten. I love my bike and my sister. And you're mean for not taking me for a bike ride"
I : "We did not go for a ride because you tried to throw yourself off the bike"
FP: "Nuh-uh. And soo? You're still mean"
I: Do you mind if people ask you questions about your wheelchair?
FP: "No, I mind when big people don't let me get out"
I: Ok, but what about kids asking questions?
FP: "Its ok, they can go for a ride with me. Pick me up. Now.. Ummy.(that's me) Now. nownownownownow. I wanna see."
Interviewer: Boy, you're cranky., aren't you? (picks up Feisty
pants)
FP:"No, I'm good now. I can see. Where's me?"
I: It's just words. We can add a picture if you like.
FP: "Yep, do it. go" (Go is an all purpose word for FP, in this case meaning do it NOW)
I: What do you like to do?
FP: " I like bike rides. <gives look> I like music. I like Derr Who (Dr. Who). I like art. <stomps foot for emphasis.>"
I: Is there anything else you would like to tell people about disabled kids? < Feisty Pants picks up phone>And please leave the phone alone.
FP:" We're smarter than you think. Where's Goo? (That's her dad) <throws phone on floor> Goo, you, now, nownownownow.
And with that, Feisty Pants made a grand exit.
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