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.
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4 responses to “On the Peelification of Tom”
*calls social services*
There is no need to inflict that on the poor child, give him a chance!
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!
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!”
What do you mean, “by the end of the week”?? How will that be different from today?