A few days ago I sat Ike down and gently told him we were going to see the "speech teacher." I let him know that she wanted to talk to him to see if she could help him talk better. He had a few questions and seemed fairly uninterested.
So the other morning I was trying to tell Ike something when he turned around and said, "I can't hear you. There's something wrong with my voice."
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