It’s been three weeks since Ian has had speech therapy. We’ve been in therapy pergatory as we’ve waited for the school district to get their act together. At first, we were terrified that Ian would start regressing without twice a week drilling from a professional, but it hasn’t happened. Actually, he is doing just great.
Yesterday, Steve came back from the supermarket with Ian. As he was unpacking the brown bags, he pulled out a box of Cocoa Puffs.
What’s that??!! Why did you buy that crap, Steve?
Well, he said “co-co-pff,” so I bought it for him.
He said “co-co-pff”?
Yeah.
How did he know about Cocoa Puffs?
Who knows. He also said “Bob,” so I bought him some Sponge Bob Squarepants cards.
Say words. Daddy buys. Effective, but dangerous.
Apt. 11d 
I tried that with my father recently. “Minivan,” I said. Nothing happened.
Good for Ian, and for the alluring power Coco-Puffs.
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we got ’em trained by giving them M&Ms for successful potty visits. I have no shame about that. Whatever works!
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My mother had four boys in a five year period during the 50’s. There was nothing that elicited more warfare than too short a supply of Coco Puffs. They rarely appeared at our house as it was, and when they did, it was like the Bass brothers and the silver market.
Go with the direct feedback. When there are enough words, you and your husband can start to use them for substituting the Debates for the Gratification.
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Most of our son’s words are junk-food-related. Seriously, it is what we use to help establish a connection.
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