Overview

Paul was a cute kid, well behaved and quiet. After 18 months, though, his quiet demeanor concerned his mom. Most kids gurgled, babbled, and made word sounds while Paul remained staunchly silent. It took several speech therapists and three doctors to convince her that he was simply a late bloomer. They insisted he was on his own timetable; there was nothing physically wrong with him. Two months before his third birthday, Paul proved them right. He walked into the kitchen, tugged his mother's skirt and said, "I find it quite interesting".

She turned from the counter and stooped to his level. Between the blonde hair, the blue eyes, and the apron she looked to be a modern-day June Cleaver. "What did you say?"

"I find it quite interesting," he repeated.

"How in the world do you," she began. "Where did you? When did you? Interesting?"

Paul cocked his head to one side as if he were trying to work out the answer to at least one of the three questions. Her delighted yelp seemed to break his train of thought.

"Paulie!" she screamed, scooping him up in her arms. "Say it again".

He wiggled like crazy as she picked him up, but she was resolute in her embrace. He pointed towards the living room and she started walking towards it.

"I find it quite interesting," he said again, wiggling more insistently until she was forced finally to put him down.

"I have to call your dad, or get...