The Butterfly rolled off the couch yesterday and said, "I hurt my arm."
Spontaneous, functional language, AND a complete, correct sentence!
It's moments like that when I second-guess the diagnosis or start to feel like an imposter in the special needs community or even become swayed to the opinions of the "she's fine" crowd. Sometimes her brain pathways are clicking along just fine.
Then later, we were back to reality when she pooped in the tub during bath time, didn't know where the poop came from, and started screaming and flinging it out of the tub, at me, of course.
Oh, bodily functions, why must you always ruin my day?
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