why did that doctor hit me with a hammer?

yesterday we went to the pediatric neurologist. we've been wanting to go for a long time (ok, cody hasn't wanted to go, but i have). my secret dream is that we will find out that there is something physically wrong with cody that can be fixed with a little tweak, and that forever after he will be "normal".

not that i'd want him to lose his charm or anything, i just want him to have an easier time of getting along with the world and it's rules.

anyway, the neurologist commented on the circumference of his head, on the fact that he has little breasts, suggested possible adhd, odd, pdd...... and told me that most kids could have held it together more successfully for the full hour of the appointment.

actually i thought cody had done a pretty good job, considering that we had waited for the doctor for 45 minutes, and he had actually cooperated and built the little block towers the doctor asked him to build, and answered the questions, like "how many fingers do you have" with great thought- "i lost one, it fell off." (cody decided, around the time that his tooth fell out, that his finger must have also fallen out, since there's a space between his index finger and his thumb.)

it was when the doctor hit him on the knee with a hammer that all hell broke loose.
"why did he hit me?"

i dunno, seems like a pretty normal reaction to me......i must be starting to live in cody's world.

(so we're off to do hearing tests, vision tests, eeg, sleep deprivation tests, cti...........)