I was on a women's retreat with some fun ladies from church, the theme (if there was one - this was not a highly structured affair) being Weenie Dave Ache Asian... we need a vacation.
Our hostess pulled out a game - Mad Gabs - that had given them the inspiration for the name. Have you seen this? The whole game is cards, with words printed on them, and you have to guess what they say.
Um... it's not immediately obvious.
For instance, Wide Hidden Chews Haze Hoe
Go ahead. Say it out loud. Faster. Run your words together.
Why didn't you say so?
We ran through a few.
Hen Deep Hen Danced Hay
Up Racked Hick Gulch Oak
Elects Hand Earthly Crate
Oak And A Duh
I was getting them. I was enjoying them. Then it hit me.
Welcome to Tate's World.
His hearing isn't great. He's got a bad ear and a deaf ear. He misses things, especially if he can't see the speaker's face. He misses sounds. And his mind fills in the gaps and puts the sounds he hears into words. But they don't always make sense.
Sometimes it's close, and he doesn't know he's mis-heard so he just goes with it, and then nothing after that makes sense. And we have to back up, and figure out what he heard, and what was actually said, and then go forward again.
What really amazes me is how often he gets it RIGHT.
How often he figures out that Hen Deep Hen Danced Hay is a national holiday, with fireworks.
That Up Racked Hick Gulch Oak is funny... if you're not the 'victim'.
That Elects Hand Earthly Crate conquered the Gordian Knot.
And that Oak And A Duh is that national anthem we kept hearing when we watched the Whole Imp Pig Aims.
Because, really, the kid is brilliant. And he has a great sense of humor. We can all laugh kindly together with him when he gets it wrong. Because it happens.
Because Evan Leaf Otter is not a native American name for God.