Today is Clifford The Big Red Dog's birthday celebration. Youngest Son (now almost 14) was a late talker. So late that he had doctors in two counties poking, prodding, and testing him for years. Eventually he did talk, and no one that knows him now would have any idea he was not born speaking in five syllable words. His first sentence came when he was about 5 years old while shopping in the local toy store. He was holding a stuffed Clifford and held it up to show me. "Take little Clifford home?". The other kids and I could not believe our ears.
Yes, we took little Clifford home.