Those of you who know our boys well (or even just chat with me sometimes and end up listening to me worry) know that our twins are speech delayed. The jury is still out on whether or not it's at a level that is worrisome, and we are certain it is within the range of 'usual' for twins, but it's become a fact of life around here that Superhero talks enough for all three boys, Artist chatters sometimes and uses sign language most of the time, and Fighter sings a lot but rarely utters a real word. Today, we had to run some errands to get ready for our trip to Canada in a few weeks. Superhero has been asking us almost daily for MONTHS now if it was time to go to Canada yet, and we've talked about it quite a bit due to the need for passports and other arrangements necessary for transporting two two year olds, a five year old, and all their assorted necessities 1400 miles each way to an unairconditioned cabin with a HUGE body of water nearby, but of course we assumed the twins were oblivious.
Today, we took them to buy their fishing poles (I insisted they have those crappy cartoon character things with the plastic plug so they can cast and reel in without risk of catching a real fish) and Artist surprised me by saying 'sponge bob fish!' when choosing his reel (no, he doesn't watch that show, but he does watch Superhero play the sponge bob game on his V-smile and the XBox). But the true gem came when John and I were chatting about all those last-minute things that come up before a trip of this size, when suddenly from the back seat, so clearly I thought it was Superhero at first, Fighter yelled "CANADA!". Instantly, the stress of planning, the work of packing and organizing, the nightmare of a drive that is ahead of us are all worth it. My Fighter has some powerful magic--with a single word, he can completely change his mother's perspective.
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