Kean had speech therapy today
and I'll I can say is poor Claire.
She drove all the way out here and
didn't get much cooperation out of the boy.
Part of me wonders if he is just playing a mean ol' trick on her.
He wouldn't say hardly anything this morning
but geez, this evening was a whole different story.
Take a look at this one...
I think "cold" is his new favorite word.
As a family we weeded the garden tonight
and then went swimming at Grandpa Bodily's.
The minute he got out of the water... Keanut
kept repeating cold, cold, cold over and over again.
Folks, we are getting there- slowly but surely.
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