If you’ve been around a bit, you know Isabelle has some delays.
She spends a few hours a week at school with a speech therapist, working on sounds that don’t come easily to her.
For example, she calls Sophie: “Fwopea”
She calls Vivi: “Bibby”
And instead of “Cheese, please!” (believe it or not, this child loves dairy products enough to say this often) she says, “Cheeeda, queeeda!”
In all honestly, if we can at least understand what she’s saying, mispronunciations and all, we don’t mind her speech issues one bit.
We love ‘er. Just like she is.
She makes us smile.
Now, picture this. We’re eating dinner. Like we usually do. We spend a lot of time at the dinner table as it’s the only time we have during the day to actually hang out all together.
It works for us.
And part of our dinner routine is going around the table and sharing four things about our day: the best, the worst, something we were particularly grateful for and something that made us laugh.
We usually save this until the end of the meal, when the kids have full bellies and are more settled, so we can at least try to get everyone to pay attention to the speaker. We even have the occasional pop quiz to ensure that listening is actually taking place.
Those who don’t listen flunk the quiz. And those who flunk the quiz have to clear the table.
This definitely works for me.
So, we’re going around the table, and by now we are on Chris’ turn. He’s sharing about his day, how he enjoyed coming home, how crazy things are at work, how he is grateful for….
How he’s grateful for the beautiful weather and…
Isabelle is working out some new ‘words’ she learned at school?
Chris starts to begin again…
Everyone at the table over the age of seven starts laughing hysterically.
Then we talk about the different names of roosters. Cock-a-doodle-doo.
And Chris starts again where he left off. He’s grateful for…
You guessed it.
I’m calling her speech therapist today.
Seriously. We can’t have this kind of hysterical laughter interrupting our dinner conversation.