When I have days like I had this week, I ask myself why I am not making millions as a writer in Hollywood, because my life is the stuff of sitcoms. I don’t make this stuff up – I couldn’t. I wouldn’t think of all the parts. Monday, after we wrapped up speech therapy, Momma decided she wanted some retail therapy. Charlie learns to communicate, I learn to coordinate. Made perfect sense to me. It had been a somewhat stressful session, as we had introduced augmented communication using talk blocks. Talk blocks are electronic squares that hold a picture of something tangible to Charlie, like, say, his favorite cookies or a bottle of milk, and then we record our own voices saying something to…