Linguistics at the Drs.

Finally made an appointment for Rory to see the Pediatrician today.  He has had a cough all week, has been sick a fair bit (yes with no washing machine functioning it is not good), has lost his appetite and has a fever.  Last night hubby was away so when Rory started to cough too much I brought him in with me.  He was very very restless from about 1am onwards, He threw up on my clean sheets around 2am and eventually calmed down about 2.30am so I moved him back to his crib but kept his door open to listen to him.  He coughed a bit here and there but was generally ok.

So I woke up at 4.40AM to hear voices - in Rory's room.  Now the other boys do go in Rory's room in a morning to say hello but normally not until I have gone in to get him and certainly not so early!  I went through squinting at my watch to make out the time and found Mac lovingly talking to his little brother and putting toys through the bars of his crib for him to play with.  Asked Mac to go back to his bedroom and took Rory back into bed with me again.  Was quite  surprised that he fell asleep on me...about 5am for all of 10 minutes until well meaning but terror inducing Mac came through as he had heard a bang (apparently) and was checking on Rory and low and behold, one  of the many toys he had had forced upon him had indeed fallen off the bed but was soon plonked right back on him ..waking him up.

There was no point even trying to go back to sleep as we all get up at 6 am anyway......

So as the day progressed and Rory was up and down with fever and temprement I ummed and ahhed about making the Drs appt.  But made it for after I picked Mac up from pre-school. 

Double ear infection and maybe Strep - she didn't do a test as the antibiotics will hopefully take care of that too.  My poor chap.

But in the waiting room before out time slot, I was sitting near a little boy - maybe 7, who was watching 'Finding Nemo' with my little ones.  7 year old's mum and older brother had gone in for their appointment.  As the boy watched he was saying things like 'This is so funny.'  and 'Oh, no, I can't watch this bit....' and I found myself willing him to say more as I could have sworn I was hearing a British accent.  But I needed him to say the right words to be able to tell for sure.  The way his vowel in 'Funny' came out sounded very very UK but then other bits didn't.  So I started to talk to him - hoping he wouldn't scream and run off.....due to the mad woman asking him things.

Me - Did you just get out of school?

Boy - Yes (inconclusive).

Me - Yes we just finished too.

Boy - My mom got me early as my brother wasn't feeling well. (mom - v American, but 'wasn't feeling well' = more UK).

Me - Are you from Denver?

Boy - Yes (now I am puzzled - I had said a qujick hello to the mother and she was v American)

Mac Are we from Denver?  Is this Denver?

Me - Yes honey.

Me - Have you just moved here?

Boy - No (still not convincing me)

Me - Oh, I just thought you sounded a bit English.

Boy - Well I was BORN in London (with the attitiude of my being a bit slow here) then we moved here, then we went back to London and now we're here again.

BINGO!!!!

Knew that Masters with Linguistics would come in handy some day :))