About two months ago Henry graduated from speech therapy. (!!!) There was very little pomp and circumstance, but his therapist let him pick out a prize from the prize box. You know, a little "Congratulations! You're normal!" parting gift. Henry chose a tiara.
We celebrated that night with a bottle of champagne. Henry continues to celebrate every day by talking. Intelligible talking all day long. And I love it. Except for when he divulges family secrets to his teachers: