a listening ear
a few times over the last few days, i've noticed M6 dashing by with the lid of his green fluorescent bendy pen jammed firmly into his lug hole.
upon my incredulous-but-trying-to-sound-oh-so-casual inquiry, it transpires that it's his telephone, "...it's only pretend mum, but i can talk to people just like on a normal phone."
the ear-stashing must be a family trait which skipped a generation:
as i remember it, the tale of my uncle lew goes that, as a kid, he used to roll up bits of paper and pop them in his ear.
many. years. passed.
during his late forties he awoke one morning with a bit of hearing trouble...
(you know where this story's going, dontcha?)
yep, he went to the doctor and a scroll of ancient paper was tweezed out of his ear...
*kate goes off singing very loudly*
cos ya can't hear the teacher with *beans* in your ears, *BEANS* in your ears.