This morning, while driving my daughter to school, she explained to me that one of her classmates has trouble talking. I’ve met this student before and I never noticed anything of the sort. If anything, the boy had a robust voice for a four year old. But Lucy was adamant. I interrogated her as best I could until we arrived at school. About one minute away from drop-off she pressed her point.
Her: “Daddy, he can’t talk right. When he needs to say ‘Help’ he can’t say it. He has to say ‘soccer ball.’”
Me: “You mean, if he was having trouble in the swimming pool he would yell ‘Soccer ball!’?”
Her: “Yes Daddy.”
I shall investigate further.