02/11/2010 17:16 GMT | Updated 22/05/2015 10:12 BST

Diary Of A 6-Year-Old: Fuddled Up

One of the girls in my class, she's called Hannah, she get's to go early on a Tuesday to see a "word doctor" because she talks a bit funny and you can't always understand her. I always know what she is saying but som e of the others laugh at her sometimes and that's mean. Anyway, the word doctor should help.

I don't think she's like a real doctor or anything. She can't mend a broken leg or do an operation. Hannah says she's nice though. I don't really know what they do. When I asked Hannah she didn't want to tell me so I asked mummy instead.

Mummy said everyone needs a bit of help sometimes and that there are some words I still say wrong. I didn't believe her because I'm six now! Mummy asked me what those big umbrella things are called that people use to stop them falling too fast when they jump out of airplanes. I said that was easy, "flowershutes". She laughed a bit and then wanted to know what we make chips out of. I couldn't believe she was asking me such an easy one, "tornados" I said, and she laughed again! I was getting a bit angry when she said she just wanted to ask one more question and then we could have ice cream so I thought that was okay. It was an easy one too so I didn't mind. All she wanted the word for was the things they have in shops that the shop keeper puts the money in.

Really easy that one, "a castrator".

When mummy had stopped laughing because I think she saw me getting upset, she said the word is cash register.

But that's what I said.