Smarter than he sounds Due to the fact that my son had what doctors scientifically referred to as “"a lot"” of fluid in his ears, the minor surgical procedure of placing tubes in his ears was performed. This was done in order to remove the excess fluid and improve his hearing. This way, instead of hearing everything as if he were underwater, he would be able to hear crisp, clear sounds.

I told you that to tell you this: Junior now sees a speech therapist to improve his manner of speaking, which was dampened to the fact that every word that he heard sounded garbled, thus his speech is a bit garbled. (note: speech therapy that is being provided is state funded, thus no cost to me, for once, hooray taxes!)

The speech therapist, upon her last visit with the man child, brought along a toy train, trying to elicit a mere "“choo-choo"” from Curly. This went on for the entire hour that the therapist had scheduled for her visit.

Due to an early Christmas gift (thanks K&K/J&B) his room now houses a “"Thomas The Train”" play table, complete with wooden railway and train cars for the rail.


OK. So now it'’s time to go to daycare. Take Junior upstairs to get him ready to go.

What'’s the first thing he does?

Goes straight to the train table and starts playing with the trains. Emitting more than one "“choo-choo"”. In fact, it's all that was heard coming out of his pie-hole all the way until he was released into the wild (AKA "daycare"). An entire hour was spent trying to get him to do it once, complete with props. As soon as the therapist leaves, it’s all he says.

He'’s not even 2, and he’'s already jerking grown-ups around for fun. Hopefully, as he gets older, he'll do it for fun AND profit. That'’s what I’'m counting on anyway, my very own little walking, talking retirement plan.

I think we might be able to get a deal with HBO or maybe Comedy Central. Think real-life "South Park".  ¶ 3:30 PM