Isaac's speech therapist

"Ms. Dana" has a cabinet full of toys. Therapy consists of Isaac choosing a toy to play with and Dana keeping up a stream of comments --"Pig hides. Stack hay. Hay falls!" -- and encouraging Isaac to "Use your words! What are we going to do?" (Isaac: "Open!") "We'll open the choo-choo box."

Isaac clearly enjoys it. Today was my first time to take him, and he ran through the building to the right office with me in tow.

I bet he'd be making even faster progress if we lived near Aunt Christine. Somehow, she had the ability to get Isaac to speak to her, more than anyone else.

Of course Aunt Christine was teaching him French, so maybe we'd still need Miss Dana...