Out of the Mouths of Babes

So today, I was at A's house doing his home teaching.

I've been having an unusual number of headaches recently, and have been suspecting that it's time for a new prescription (I began to notice that I had to tilt my head a certain way to see clearly across the classroom; I have astigmatism and I think the lenses are ground in such a way that certain places are the proper shape to be clear, while the main area is not).

Anyhow, I'm at A's house giving him a break after testing him on progress towards all his IEP goals. He's doing a monster truck show for me and tries to tell me the name of one of his monster trucks.

Now, I can usually puzzle out what A is saying, despite numerous speech difficulties (I never remember whether he had a stroke as a baby or has CP but the result is the same), but I have to have some idea as to the context. Monster trucks? Not so much.

So he holds up the side of the truck so I can read the name.

It's a tiny blur.

I say, offhandedly, "Boy, do I need glasses. You're going to have to bring that closer."

He grins. "But you have glasses!" he says.