Tonight, before dinner, I asked Callie if she wanted to say the prayer or if she wanted me to. The little conversation went something like this:
Me: Callie, do you want to say the prayer, or do you want me to say it?
Callie: How 'bout Sammy?
Me: No Callie. Do you want to say it, or do you want me to say it?
Callie: How 'bout Sammy say it?
Me: Callie, Sammy can't say the prayer. She can't talk.
Callie: Sammy can talk.
Me: No Callie. I'm sorry sweetie. She can't.
Callie: Sammy talk today.
Callie: In therapy.
Callie: Yes Mommy. Sammy say, "I go I go I go I go."
Oh the grin on Callie's face was priceless. She knew she was right. There really is something magical in children. They get it. They see things more clearly. Of course Sammy can talk. She says "I go" all the time. And I'm really convinced that she says other things...yet I gave the blanket statement that she can't talk. Thanks Callie for reminding me of Sammy's abilities, and reminding me of her potential. You're one special girl Callie Green.