Ear, ear...

27.11.12.

 

 

Had to leave school pronto today. The boy had a doctor's appointment. We ran down to the surgery. Unfortunately, due to a weeing incident, lack of spare clothes in his box (slack mummy), and some borrowed nursery trousers, the run down the hill was halted three times due to the boy's strides falling to his ankles.

 

 

When we finally got inside the surgery (fully clothed), our wonderful GP said he was happy to refer Dexter for a hearing test to see if that is affecting his (lack of) language acquisition. He did take a quick look in the boy's ears. It was like taking him to the hairdresser, only worse.

 

 

God knows what he'll be like at the test itself...