Say WHAT?

So Elliot went today for part 1 of some evaluations to see if he qualifies for speech therapy. (Which it looks like he will) But today was the mandatory psychological evaluation which covers cognitive ability, behavioral analysis... all that fun stuff. Some of Elliot's responses had me cracking up on the inside, so much so that I started jotting a couple down. Here are the highlights.

Questions are all what the teacher asked, responses are all Elliot's.

What are shoes made of? -"Plastic."
What do you have to put on a letter before you send it? - "E." What else? "L."
What does polite mean? - "When you get happy."
What does swing mean? -"When you swing on a swing."
Can you name the seasons for me? - "Basketball." (I loved this one, I was waiting for him to say Football season next - a boy after my own heart)
Name the part of your body you walk on. - "Shoes."
Name the thing you plug in to clean the house. -"Broom."
What do you call it when you use your mouth to make music? - "Guitar."
What do you wear to keep your hands warm? - "A blanket."
What do you put on your finger if you cut it? - "Scissors."
What's something you chew that makes bubbles? - "A bubble wand."

Now, funny as some of those might be, they actually show that his language processing isn't totally up to par, he's only hearing parts of the sentence, and that's what he's basing his answer on. The majority of things he was tested on he did fabulously well with... but this was the one area he needed improvement with. And his articulation was without a doubt poor, the evaluator needed to ask him to repeat himself many times, and had to have me "translate" quite a bit.

All in all, it was a fine experience, and Elliot loved the idea of being in a preschool - the evaluation was held in Riley's old preschool. I guess in his mind he was actually attending class, and he then proceeded to fabricate all sorts of stuff to Riley about what he did "at school" and things that his school had that Riley's didn't. Riley bought it all, and started getting a bit jealous, finally blurting out "Yeah well what's 50+50?" Elliot replied that he didn't know and Riley smiled smugly.

At any rate, Elliot's now crying that his stomach hurts so I'm going to run. Will post more later.