Clay has been fighting the keyboard this week. With the temperature hovering near 90 degrees the past few days, we figure some of that comes from allergies and the sluggishness we are all feeling.
My wife sat him down at our kitchen table the other night to see if he was ready for some conversation. The following exchange took place, as always in the robotic voice of the keyboard master:
“Is there anything you want to say?”
“Sad that we cannot talk.”
“Don’t be sad. We are talking this way. Dad and I are so happy you are typing.”
No response. He left the table and wandered up to his room. We went upstairs to find him wrapped in his covers.
From Mom on the keyboard: “Don’t stop typing. We can talk this way. OK?”
My wife explained that we set up a meeting at school between his assistive technology professional (typing teacher) and his classroom teachers to work on using the keyboard at school, but it won’t happen for a few more weeks. “Are you still OK with that?”
A few minutes later, he fell asleep. The meeting at school can’t come fast enough.