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One of the most challenging aspects of Aiden’s day-to-day interaction is definitely his speech.  He’s only got 100, maybe 200, words in his repertoire.  So he gets frustrated when he’s trying to convey something to us and we’re not getting it.  Alec, our middle child, seems best able to interpret some of the phrases we can’t pick up on.  I don’t know if there’s a ‘crazy’ gene that those two share that enable a deeper level of understanding.  Sometimes it reminds me of the scene at the end of ‘Bedtime Stories’ (click to view) where Adam Sandler had his tongue stung by a bee and Russell Brand has to translate for him.  Except it’s less eloquent.  And Alec doesn’t wear a coconut bikini.

Smooch went a whole summer of saying “oooocco aline” – and us having no clue what he was saying – until Alec was able to point out that he was really saying “Dinoco’s all mine!” from the movie ‘Cars’ (I could do an entire post on Aiden’s love, nay obsession, with particular movies and his ability to recite entire scenes but I’ll save that for another time).

My wife has shared two particularly funny stories from Aiden’s speech therapists (who qualify for nominations for sainthood, by the way):

1) One of Aiden’s really tough words is “milk”.  It was one of his first words and its one of his most dysfunctional.  It sounds like “guk”.  One therapist described it as “m” followed by a gulping noise.  It was so bad that the therapist removed the “milk” flash card from the deck because there’s no hope right now of Aiden making progress on that word.  But sometimes she forgets, the flashcard comes up with a picture of milk and Aiden lets fly with “guk”.  Aiden’s all proud because he think he nailed it.  And the therapist can’t help but laugh.

2) The other one is more of a knock on me.  Every time the flashcard for ‘pop’ appears – in the shape of a coke bottle – Aiden says “bee” (beer).  Again, he’s immensely proud.  Actually, I’m going to put this one on the therapist and her outdated flashcards.  What kid sees a bottle and thinks ‘pop’ anymore?

So, what does this all have to do with the title of the post?

My family definitely has a tiny bit of sarcasm / smart-aleckness to them.  The other two boys have picked up on it (or genetically absorbed it).  I like to think it’s from me, but I’m pretty sure it’s all my wife’s fault 🙂 (see? there it is, right there).  At any rate, despite the 200 word limit Aiden has it, too.  And he’s used it to master the perfect comeback.  And he figured it out all on his own.

The comeback?  Well, it’s beautifully simple and effective all at the same time.  The trick is that anytime someone makes a statement – or asks an obvious question – you turn it around back on them.

Here’s an example.  Let’s say I tell Aiden to stop doing something – which happens a lot as he’s surprisingly destructive AND fast: “Aiden stop!”.

His response?  “Ooo bop!” (that’s “You stop!”).

Now, what are my options?  If I say “No, you stop!” I’m:
a) arguing with a developmentally challenged four year old
b) not very creative
c) totally egging him on because he can play this game much, much longer than I can – and he thinks it hilarious

So, I pack it in.  He wins.  No sense in beating a dead horse.  Time to distract his attention and move on.  But in that one line, I’ve been shut down.  And you can imagine the host of  statements from his mom or me that triggers the comeback: “Aiden, pickup toys!”, “Aiden, don’t eat the lightbulb!” (true story), “Aiden, don’t tackle your brothers!”… all flipped right back at you.

Check and mate.

My absolute favorite?: “Aiden, are you poopy?”

“No, ooo poopy!”  accompanied by a massive grin.

Best… comeback… ever…

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