Charles is in speech therapy still and now and then we get this little notes instructing us to have him practice some particular phoneme. We almost never do it because Charles will not cooperate. The previous time I tried, he literally collapsed to the floor in tears the moment I read the note out loud. Today he had another note and, while he didn’t starting crying and claiming I hated him, when offered the choice of speaking or getting a “super ultra hyper mega atomic wedgie” while my fingers were already grasping the elastic band on his underwear, he chose the wedgie.