|Scooter-trained, yes, but can she hold a spoon?|
One morning, last month, I took The G to our local GP practice.
Not to see the doctor, more's the pity, our appointment, instead, with the Health Visitor.
You might recall that I've never had the greatest relationship with Health Visitors.
This latest encounter did nothing to inspire me to reconsider that position.
I tend to avoid such situations - it's best for us all - but this, the so-called Two-Year Check, appears to be mandatory.
I say 'so-called' because, at the time of our Two-Year Check, The G was within a month of her third birthday.
The Health Visitor insisted that this didn't matter, and said that, as long as the assessment took place whilst The G was still two, the process was valid.
She then proceeded to test The G, applying the exact same criteria used to conduct The B's Two-Year Check back in 2009.
The B's test took place one month after his second birthday, rather than one month before his third, making him 10 months younger than The G at the time of hers.
Farcical doesn't begin to cover it.
The ludicrous questions I had to answer about The G - who, by the way, can ride The B's bike the length of our street, peel a potato unassisted and use the remote control to select her own episodes of Peppa Pig - included 'Can she feed herself?' and 'Can she bend down and pick up an object from the floor?'
Like I said before, the experience did nothing to change some long-held opinions . . . .