Holy Cow! Do I ever need you?!
Two terms that came up this evening:
I am not even kidding. Apparently both are complications of muck on the private parts of males. The former is something that can happen just about any day. The latter is something that happens as a phenomenon of playing and sliding around in the mud.
And I learned of BOTH these complications at dinner tonight. It seems they were both discovered as the boys avoided eating their corn.
And while I feel ever more educated, honestly, I could do without this knowledge or conversation. I know you would answer and handle the topics with just the right amount of
rudeness and ridicule dignity and grace as you handled everything. I just want to know what they are talking about. And then I want them to wash their hands.
I miss you, Brian. I love you.
Sunday, May 31, 2009