1) Non-stop questions: I drag out of bed the other morning, and Carson is already dressed and waiting at the bar in the kitchen. The first words out of his mouth are: "Hey dad, what's the temperature in the trash can?"
REALLY? First thing in the morning?
I responded, "Bud, probably about the same temperature as in the room." - How else do you answer that?
|actual size of nose goblin|
Well, Monday night, Angie has her on the floor doing the drops and suction-nose thing, and notices SOMETHING up there. We have no idea what it is, so we load up and head to the Pediatric ER, where we wait for two hours, see the doc, and watch him pull a nasty, slimy, stinky, piece of impacted tissue out of her nose! I about chucked right there on the spot. $75 please.
3) LICE: Yep, sure 'nuff. The NEXT day following the nose ordeal, we come home and get word that we will need to treat our entire family for lice. Beautiful. And, in addition, we have to wash every linen in our house as well. Even beautiful-er. $37.56 at Walgreens.
Figured the best way to handle it was to have some fun with it, so here is a pic of our Family Lice Removal Fun Night:
|"I scream, you scream, we all scream for LICE CREAM!"|
That's it for now. I'm sure I'll step on a lego or something before the day is over. I'll keep you posted.