Dad took the day off and the whole family went to the cranial osteopath today to have my head looked at. I told them that I don't need my head looking at and was slightly offended that they thought I did - but apparently they meant it literally. Boobie said that cranial osteopathy helps sort out wind and all sorts of problems for babies who've had a traumatic birth. So I got taken to see Great Uncle Stephen (who went to school with Boobie). He felt all around my head and then stuck his finger in my mouth and poked around in there too. I did my best but I just couldn't get the milk to come out of his finger. It must have been defective.
There I was looking forward to having a nice head massage and he told Mum that my head shape was practically perfect and I didn't need anything done to me. How flattering - I've made another friend! However I still wouldn't say no to a head massage.
I lost my battle of wills though. In the waiting room afterwards when Mum was being treated I caved in and gave Daddy a big grin.
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