Little bear is complaining he is in pain with his ankle. I am a bit sceptical, but doing my best to be an encouraging mum as I somehow got him out of the house, onto the bus, off the bus and then into the dentist - while little bear was doing a very good impression of having rickets.
He forced himself to break the journey on the way back, to go to Forbidden Planet - a shop which specialises in stuff like Star Wars, Superheroes - and Dr Who. I got away relatively lightly, just a sort of gun looking thingy that is apparently a recorder and was half price at £7.50. No matter how much I adore little bear, I drew the line at the set of doctors at £50.
Little bear's teeth are fine, so we go back in six months. Little bear celebrated with an inappropriate mars bar. I was scraping the barrel coaxing him along as he limped, complained, cried, complained he was cold, complained he was tired and generally grumbled. Thank goodness school is next week.
I think the rest of little bear's day will count as a duvet day. He is planning on sorting his Dr Who cards out. It will take him some time, but keep him very happy. Meanwhile I will keep an eye on how the pain in his ankle comes and goes. The ankle isn't swollen or red, and seems to move okay in all directions, and sometimes the limp/bitter complaint is worse than at other times (or absent). However I will be dragging him to the doctors for a 'just in case' if it carries on.
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