On the Peelification of Tom

This morning, as Tom demolished the last spoonful of his second breakfast…

me: do you want some music on?

Tom: [muffled through egg] yeff pleef

me: try this. It starts quietly and gets louder.

Tom: [hands over ears] will it hurt when it gets loud?

me: no, just listen.

At this point, Tom runs off and fetches his guitar (a toy) and starts plucking the strings (not his normal random strumming) whilst nodding his head and looking at his feet.

There’s hope yet. I think it may be time to move him onto The Fall.

4 Replies to “On the Peelification of Tom”

  1. You mean I should just start off with Teenage Kicks and work from there? But I’ve already been testing out my early Cure and Cocteau Twins on him!

  2. By the end of the week his only communication with you will be grunting apart from throwing himself on the settee whilst shouting “you just don’t understand me!”

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