When Peyton was young he had his own language and many times I didn’t know what he was telling me. At one point my third child seemed to be the only one who could understand him at times. I felt so bad that I wasn’t always able to understand what he was he was telling me. We relied on pointing or me guessing until he shook his head in approval. I know it frustrated him as well and I could tell at times when Preston was called into the room to “interpret” it hurt him, he saw the rest of us communicating and he wasn’t able to. I would repeat back to him what he had said hoping that it would improve his skill set. I had wished he could write down what he was feeling, wanting, thinking etc…. Since he couldn’t read I knew this wasn’t possible.