Lucky doesn’t really speak.
As he gets closer and closer to three years of age, people ask us if our son is ever going to start talking. The pediatricians have various different opinions and none of them seem to be in a hurry for intervention. Perhaps that is because I have no interest in intervention. It is pretty normal in my extended family to be a person of few words. My grandmother likes to relay a story about her oldest son. He was in first grade and the teacher called my grandmother into the school because my uncle never spoke. At all. He went the entire day, every day, completely silent in the classroom. The teacher asked my grandmother why my uncle didn’t talk.
Grandma turned to him and asked: “Why don’t you talk in school?”.
Him: Looks at her deadpan. “I don’t have anything to say”.
Well then.
Lucky is the same way. He rarely speaks, and often times when he does I can barely understand him. I think I would comprehend his words better if he simply used them more so I could get used to his pronunciation.
Everyone is on my case about him not talking. Being a wallflower myself, I don’t really see a problem. He has no problem socializing and he isn’t shy. It is not like he is going to be 10 years old and unable to talk.
And he does speak, he really does. He just doesn’t feel a need for superfluous words.
The other day he looked at me and with all seriousness declared: “I just farted!”.
You see, he does speak. But only when he has something really, really important to say.
