Predicting Future Echoes of the Past

Trey Davey woke up this morning talking, and carried on a constant and continuous rapid-fire chatter throughout the morning. He would make an observation and repeat it over and over again until it was acknowledged. The blanket is dirty Mommy. The blanket is dirty Mommy. The blanket is dirty Mommy. The blanket is dirty Mommy. Not until Sandy repeated his statement would he move on to his next observation. It was exhausting, like living with a pint-sized auctioneer. His speech is improving and becoming more understandable. Perhaps practice does make perfect. I predict Davey’s teachers may tell Sandy exactly the same things my teachers once told Granny. “Davey is a sweet boy and a good student Mrs. Edds,” they would say, “and he could become a much better student if he talked less so he could listen more.”