The power of the spoken word
Having mastered the art of sign language (big up to those sing and sign classes), imagine my surprise at finding out that my vocal chords are, in fact, controllable.
My lack of blogging can also be attributed to my new found love of the spoken word.
I mean, why write it down when you can say it out, loud and proud.
However, I do admit that although leaps and bounds have been achieved, my speech is still slightly less developed than my writing skills... but they're catching up fast.
At the last count, my word bank was approaching the heady heights of 100 articulate deposits.
Each and every one has been logged, filed and colour coded upstairs (that's in my head, not my bedroom) and I've decided that my favourite ones fall into the three-syllabul collection:
Mal-te-ser
Fan-tas-tic
Kan-ga-roo
But-ter-fly
and Fire-man-Sam are the ones of which I'm particularly proud.
And in addition, I'm getting very excited about the whole putting-them-together concept.
For months I thought if you couldn't say it with a single word and hand gesture, then you weren't going to get heard, but apparently not (although Mum reckons this is still the most effective method of communication in certain situations, but she files this under the 'do as I say, not as I do' category).
They say you can get further with a kind word and a smile than you can with just a kind word... so imagine where you can get with more than one kind word, coupled with the cutest smile yours truly can muster.
I'll tell you exactly:
Fred... Mal-tes-er... pleeeeeeeeaaaaaassssse. Genius.



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