This is what it’s like to live with someone with a communication disorder:
Child comes and snuggles in my lap. “I love you, ” I say.
“Aw, thank you. You’re my favorite person.”
She nods in agreement. “And- I smell.”
“Ah,” I say, knowingly. We’ve had this conversation before. “You want some orange juice. ”
She smiles and hugs me, and I get up to get her some orange juice.