Pragmatic language

Me: Can I give you a muffin? Frances: Gypsy moths are an invasive species. Me: Okay. Here’s a muffin. Because it remains a challenge for Frances, her social/pragmatic language often produces very unusual exchanges between us. This one caught me off guard one recent morning, and I had to stifle a giggle. I will alwaysContinue reading “Pragmatic language”

No pink dinosaurs this year

It’s birthday-planning time again. Time has flown by in the blink of an eye. I find it hard to believe, but Frances will be 11 years old this month. She is younger socially (about 8/9) and older intellectually (about 14/15). But buying gifts isn’t as difficult as it may sound; she still only has oneContinue reading “No pink dinosaurs this year”