The Speech Therapist

The morning before little bear bumped his head, he visited the speech therapist.

Well, little bear looked adorable, was very polite, and sat quietly while we gave his background. Then, in a tour de force, he showed he knew colours, had more than a suggestion of knowing his numbers to ten, could work out difficult toys, and was teaching himself Makaton sign language. Dear heart was so proud when little bear showed off the signs that we hadn't taught him but he had just picked up from watching Ceebeebies.

And of course he didn't say anything, though he made a sturdy attempt at blue.

I am sneakily proud. I am sure that the consultation could have ended earlier, but that the speech therapist just enjoyed playing with little bear.