Ice Cream!

It is fun to think back to when the apraxia journey first began and how far Grant has progressed since then. Bear and I were talking about one such instance yesterday. A few years back, she and I went to McDonalds with Grant. We ate and let him play. When it came time to leave, Grant said "i-peem" which was Grantanese for ice cream. I went to the counter to ask one of the clerks if he could have a kiddie cone to which Grant said sternly, "NO! I-PEEM..." I tried explaining to him that is what I was getting as the clerk handed the cone to me. It was then that he again said "no" and pointed at the menu and started jabbering something that I couldn't even begin to understand until I looked up at the menu board and noticed the picture of the ice cream shake with whipped cream and a cherry on top. I turned to Grant and asked "you want an ice cream shake?" To which he giggled, squealed, jumped in the air and shouted "YEAH!" Oh that boy!