“He’s backward,” said the dad.
“Can’t seem to get it right,” said the mum, dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief.
The psychologist nodded sympathetically.
The boy continued to stare out of the window, watching a worm wriggling into its hole, muttering under his breath.
“The teachers say he’s not right.”
“They say they don’t understand him most of the time.”
The psychologist scanned the test results, looked at the boy. “Speak up, young man, let’s hear what you have to say.”
Albert turned and looked at him, “2CM=E.”
The psychologist sighed and said, “That’s certainly backwards. And difficult to prove.”
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