That boy needs therapy.

This morning my (almost) three year old starts Group Therapy.

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No really.

Well, group speech therapy to be exact, but I'm hoping they'll touch on the other stuff too. I think it's about time the boy faces up to those sudden tearful episodes he has in the middle of the day and why he thinks the world should revolve around him.

Perhaps he just needs to delve into his past traumas, such as the time his mother only gave him a 6oz bottle instead of a 9oz one for his afternoon nap, or why she always grabs a camera and starts laughing everytime he has a meltdown. Serious shit obviously.

Anyway, I've written before about how he managed to finally progress from 'ugh, ugh, ugh' to his first words of 'Oh yeah baby', but since then he's managed to add a few more similarly spectacularly useful phrases to his collection. Delights such as 'Harry Potter' (pronounced only in a Japanese accent: Ha-ree Pot-ah) and 'Follow that car' (only he says 'follow a car' which I'm sure you'll agree doesn't really have the same sense of urgency to it.)

So I have high hopes that these youngters can teach each other a thing or two.

Although now that I think about it - if they do all end up swapping phrases I'm not sure how happy the other parents are going to be....