Gideon came up to me the other day and tapped on my shoulder until he got my attention. “Hey. Hey, Dad. Dad. Dad. Hey.” I put down my pen, sighed at my smudged notes, and turned around in my chair. “What can I help you with, little dude?” He smiled wide and puffed out his skinny chest. “I,” he announced, “can read a new word!” He pointed in the air, “BUT, this is cool. I can READ it, but I can’t SAY it.” He pointed at the wide gap in his mouth. “Because I don’t have Teef!” “Oh wow, ” I laughed and gave him a hug. “What word is it?” He took a deep breath. “Ith Fa…” And then he made a disappointed…