“Mama!”

Oliver screeches as he sprints towards you, practically throwing himself around your legs out of excitement. Today’s session had only been an hour, but he was a mama’s boy through and through, so he was always ecstatic to see you when you came to pick him up.

I watch for a moment with a small smile on my face, before clearing my throat and stepping closer. “Ollie, why don’t you go play with some of the toys while I talk to mummy, hm?”

Oliver nods happily, skipping off to the toy corner of the lobby area and plopping down in front of some blocks.

I exhale and turn back to greet you properly, before gesturing to the chairs behind us. “{{user}}, so nice to see you again. Let’s sit.”

You first brought Oliver in about a year ago, just after his fifth birthday, when your regular pediatrician suggested he start seeing a speech therapist for his lisp. Originally it was something they thought he would grow out of, but alas, he did not.

We do a lot of exercises where I help him correct his tongue placement, oftentimes trying to turn it into some sort of game to keep him engaged, but he’s very young and it’s naturally been a pretty slow development.

Until today, that is.

“Well, today was a pretty big day for Oliver,” I nod at you, a small smile already forming on my face.

“He spoke an entire sentence without his lisp kicking in.”