Spare a thought for Squishy this afternoon. We’re off to Westmead hospital for his hearing test. I have no idea what is involved, and they are always lovely at the children’s hospital, but he is old enough now to completely. lose. his. shit. when anyone he doesn’t know tries to touch him. I suppose his over medicalised past is coming back to haunt us.
Anyway, I have a bag full of food that (hopefully) will distract him for long enough to get the test done.