 But Michael was not sure about that at all. He could accept the speech impediment, but the shape of his head caused him anguish around youngsters his own age. They would constantly tease him. Your noggin is so long it reminds me of a stale loaf of bread. They ought to lock you in the zoo with the monkeys. You'd be a sight with a banana in your paws. Hey, maybe that's why he can't say ah. Maybe the sound gets lost in his head. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.