Third Post

The repair man came today and fixed the washing machine.  There has been the familiar and soothing swoosh of load after load ever since.  As I began folding the first clean pile, I got called into work for this evening.  By day I'm a stay at home Mom and by nights and weekends - a Speech Therapist.  If a nursing home or facility calls me to come in, I wait for my husband to get home from work so we can "switch out."  I love being a Speech Therapist but it becomes tricky knowing what words or sounds our kids should or shouldn't be making.  Take for instance when our youngest son was three.  He didn't have an "r" sound at all and he turned all of his "g" sounds into a "k."  Why should this matter you ask?  Well just around the same time, he became infatuated with frogs.  If  you take the "r" sound out of "frog" and change the "g" to a "k" guess what you get.  That's right, the Grand Daddy of them all.  Everywhere we went, our three year old was spouting out the "F" word to all those around him.  The worst was once in a store as he sat in the shopping cart with his younger sister.  Our two older boys walked beside us as a sweet little elderly woman happened to walk towards us.  She had that, "Look how lovely those little children are," smile on her face.  At the exact same moment, we happened to be passing by a display of summer toys.  Sure enough, front and center were frogs that would squirt water.  As soon as we got beside the little old woman - our son saw the frogs and screamed, "F@#K!"  "F@#K!"  "MOMMY!!!  F@#$%^&#K!!!"  The look of shock and horror came over her as I tried everything to stop him.  It was useless.  It only made him louder as she scurried off in disgust.  He has since learned to make both his "r" and "g" sounds which I'm thankful for as his Mom and a therapist. I'll have to say though, I don't think I'll ever see a frog again without laughing just a little.