For the longest time, D, didn’t really speak. I tried to be casual about it (“he’s a boy”, “he’s the youngest of three”, “his sisters talk for him”), but last year I got nervous enough about it to have him evaluated.
Eh, I shouldn’t have been so worried. Not only is he talking, he is talking back.
D: “I want a black cookie*!”
Me: “No cookies! It’s almost dinner!”
D: “I want a BLACK COOKIE!“
Me: “No, D, not so close to dinner!”
Me: (spelling it out) “N. . . .O. . .NO!”
D: (spelling. . .something) “E. . .F. . .G. . .H. . .I. . .J. . .YES!“
Clever? Yes. But, we really have to work on his spelling.
*an Oreo for those who do not know D-speak