At the neighbours' party today with DS2 (3.1 and gorgeous late talker - just starting to put two words together) we had:
- "oh dear what's wrong with him?" (DS2 cried on arrival because he doesn't understand "we're going to Emily's house". Once he realised what was going on he was fine.
- "I expect he's got more going on up there than he shows."
- "Your DS doesn't say anything, does he?"
- "It will be nice when your DS2 comes out of his shell" (he's gregarious, just can't talk much yet)
- "Second children do talk later don't they"
- "I expect his brother answers for him"
- "Emily talks so well, I wonder why they are so different".
Thankfully, no-one chose to share their speech improvement techniques today (as in "I always spoke in full sentences and never used baby words and Marcia spoke beautifully at one"), so we must be thankful for small mercies. And I only had to use the phrase "no, it has nothing to do with his environment, it is a question of neurology" once.
It didn't spoil the party for me because I was too busy being delighted that:
- DS2 has outgrown the phase of refusing to take his shoes off in houses
- DS2 happily sits in the pass the parcel circle on my lap
- DS2 asks the hostess for "more snack please"
- DS2 has now figured out sitting in a little tykes car and going "beep beep"
- DS2 sat nicely at the table for the party food and said "birthday cake" instead of just "birthday"
- The neighbour's daughter would like DS2 to come swimming with her on Thurdsay. They had great fun last time.
Moral: lingle needs to watch for situations where she is giving out "helpful" advice to people with specific issues and then STOP doing it.