Uncomfortable
We've been exploring the idea of getting seven year old Cher private help to deal with her speech impediment. The speech therapist at the public school told us that since it's just her inablility to make the "R" sound, he won't be able to spend more than 5-10 minutes a month with her. There are just too many other kids with bigger problems. So Spike and I began exploring the idea of hiring a private therapist who would be able to spend as much time as we were willing to pay for. When we told Cher that we were thinking about getting another therapist, she got really excited. "Oh thank you, Mom! Mr. Smith [her public school therapist] makes me really uncomfortable." "What do you mean, "uncomfortable?" I asked? Cher immediatly turned her head and said softly, "Oh nothing. Forget about it." My mommy-radar went bezerk. "Cher. Tell me what he does that makes you uncomfortable. I need to know. "It's not
