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Boyz is weird

I've said it many times and I'll say it again----Boys are aliens.

Or perhaps it's just my boy.

A week ago he had his foot sliced and diced due to a reoccurring infection he'd had for---oh, three years. No wonder his white count is down.

Today I took him to his appointment with the most amazing Dr. Newell. He isn't charging us for post-op treatment and he got us in for the surgery the day before we lost coverage. I can't say enough nice things about this man.

Anyway...I took Chris in. He's excited to get the surgical stuff off and the assitant has trouble removing it and says she's going to wait for the Dr. to take it off. She leaves. The Boy grabs the surgical scissors and cuts off the stuff all by hisself. Yes, hisself.

Then he pulled his foot as close to his face as he could get it and says "Ooooh, I wonder how bad it smells?" Whiff. Sniff. Another Big Sniff.

"Whoa, that's rank! Wanna smell it mom?"

I declined. I was relieved that he wasn't trying to shoot pus out of his foot at me like last time.

I swear. Aliens.



  1. As you know all verterbrates initally form as females..which proves that males ARE mutants.

    I hope this helps.

  2. boys ARE icky!
    and have cooties...

  3. Donnnnn, you're right as usual. I believe I can pinpoint the exact moment my fetus went alien on me.

    Kelly----true!!! Boy cooties! ick!


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