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.