Last Tuesday, SJ had his weekly after school speech session. He gave me as much difficulty going to speech as he did to have Mrs. Banks over for tutoring. Sometimes you just have to get back into your routine. (I guess mine is to listen to constant complaining!)
His therapist spent the entire session finishing the testing. She assigned us homework on Speaking Well. It had ten actions that is something you should not do as the speaker in a conversation. He needed to rewrite (or I would scribe) each statement to say what he should do. She asked that I use these skills while talking about something that happened at school.
He wasn't too happy when we did this assignment. (I did interrupt his Wii game, so it was somewhat understandable.) He did okay with it. I did have to prompt him on a few of the actions. One of the ones he had trouble with was this one. Use a monotone voice; don't show your emotion by the way you speak. I had to give him an example of the monotone voice (robot voice) while describing something that should have made me very excited.
He also had trouble with another action that was very similar. It was to keep your facial expressions blank or neutral; don't show any emotion. I began to pretend cry while I was supposed to upset. I asked SJ how I was feeling. Was I happy or sad? With the example, he knew I was sad.
The remainder of the actions he answered mostly correct. For example: Look beyond your listener to see if anything else interesting is going on. His response was to look at their eyes and mouth. He wasn’t exactly accurate, but fairly close.
After speech, he ate his dinner in the car on our way to pick up food for Bob and my husband. There was a hair cutting place next to Subway. I needed to take SJ for a haircut to correct the one he had given himself a few days earlier.
Flashback to Saturday afternoon: I was cleaning the garbage out of his can when I saw a lot of hair. "What is this hair doing in this can, SJ?" I questioned him. "I needed a haircut, so I cut the front," he replied. "Well, you are not allowed to cut your hair. If you need a haircut, just tell me or Daddy," I told him.
Back to Tuesday, we went into the hair place and there was going to be a 10 minute wait. I told SJ we would get the food from Subway first and then come back. We came back and SJ was called back for the haircut. When she was done, she said she couldn't do much with the front. "Either you or he cut his hair very short in the front," she said. "Oh, that would have been him. That is why I needed you to work your magic," I told her. She did a nice job and we made our way home. Too much activity for a school night!
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