But, I did.
I told you so.
I totally told you so.
Malcolm passed his speech therapy evaluation with flying colors.
He's right where a typical two-and-a-half year old boy should be.
Exactly where I thought he was all along.
Not to say that the evaluation was a waste of time or that our pediatrician was out of line for even suggesting (and pushing for) it ... There, admittedly, are some things that we can work on.
Yet, there is just something extremely gratifying about knowing my gut was right.
That my motherly instincts were on target.
That my boy doesn't need speech therapy.
I told you so.
I totally told you so.
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