It's sad that lisp has an s and stutter has two t's.

So Henry is this kid in my class. When I describe him to friends, they immediately picture Jonathan Lipnicki in Jerry Maguire, and that's a pretty close approximation. The best part about Henry, besides the fact that he has no concept of personal space and is quite possibly the most publicly affectionate person ever (leave the kisses for home, buddy), is that he can't control the volume of his voice. So picture him, amongst the group of 4-7 year olds on the "pizza crust" of our rug, trying to be discreet about telling his friend something when he's supposed to be listening to the teacher. He leans in really close to his friend's ear, holds his hand up to shield the sound, and, at full-volume, practically yells (in a nasal voice) "DID YOU KNOW THAT I SAW FIREWORKS??"

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.