That’s what Tate called his HA’s. He had a few speech errors (good grief, he was only 3!), but most of them he self-corrected as he began to hear better with his HA’s. Still, I loved that little nickname.
Every time he said it, I pictured two little “maids”… you know, Swedish, or Swiss, maybe. Two little “hearry maids”, perched in his ears, calling out the messages to him. They would be wearing little blue jumpers, because his HA’s and earmolds were bright blue.
Of course, I can barely draw a stick figure, so I can’t “show” you what I imagined, nor can I find it online. A cross between these two is the closest I could come!
1 comment:
That is too cute! I can imagine a little "hearry maid" singing out, "the hills are alive, with the sound of EVERYTHING!"
Matthew calls Nolan's "hear aye," since he has issues with consonants. I like hearry maid better!
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