Speech delays are curious things but speech pathologists are there to help. Progress can be speedy when an enthusiastic parent gets on board with the programme. Other parents, lesser mortals, can sometimes be the harbingers of doom.
He sits on the throne. I lean on the door jam, awaiting the director of services to direct. I pull at the handful of wadded toilet paper, waiting. This of course is the perfect time, to have a chat, whilst he is immobile and without distractions.
“So…..isn’t that so much more comfortable now that Daddy’s replaced those tatty old loo seats?” “Tatty? Tatty? Tatty? What it is be dah ‘tatty’?” “Oh, well sort of old, discoloured, a bit manky.” “Manky? Manky? Manky? Man? Key?” “Oh dear, um well just not it very good nick.” “Nick? Nick? Nick? What it is be dah ‘nick’?” “Condition, not in very good condition sort of moth eaten.”
He springs up from the toilet as if burnt, “I am not want dah moths ta eat my butt,” he screeches as he disappears from view around the corner.