I wish I could be a fly on the wall in Ava's classroom. She doesn't tell me much about what goes on there. I was asking her about friends at school one day and she told me that a boy named Finn sits next to her at lunch and she had just spoken to him that day. It went a little something like this, as the kids around her attempted to identify the kind of juice that was in a certain capri sun.
Ava: "It's kiwi-strawberry."
Finn, to one of the other kids : "She talked!!"