Dad is so-so

Yesterday he couldn’t come up with a single fruit. I tried to get him to tell the speech therapist banana.

Dad, what’s your favorite ice cream?
I don’t know.
Grama used to make it. We’d sit on it and crank. (Cranking motion here.)
He shook his head.
Speech therapist: She’s giving you the first sound, ba-
More head shaking.
Banana. I like banana ice cream. In fact, I’d like a banana milkshake.

We also had a long and involved discussion on what papers I’ve had accepted and which have been sent out. He asked about GT and FoF. He also asked about a review I was supposed to have published. That’s up. I tried to show him my picture on the net, but I couldn’t get it to come up.