A conversation on twitter yesterday got me thinking about my 21st. In Australia the big parties seem to be the 18th, 21st and then the decades there after. My 18th was pretty non event so I was holding out for my 21st. The universe however had other ideas. I was 6 months pregnant with Devil Spawn for my 21st so my birthday was a no alcohol for me event. I wanted to just go to the local pool and laze around in my giant pregnant state but apparently that was unfair to all of my other able to drink guests. Whatevs
His high temp was what prompted us to make the trip to the dreaded emergency department. Upon having his temp taken at the hospital it was discovered his temp was sitting at 39.2 (eek!) but everything else was fine. Mini Man was petrified of the doctor. He didn’t even know that his name was ‘Butt’. I’m sure if he did he wouldn’t find him quite as scary. Something tells me however that he overheard Major Man and I giggling about the doctors name as the next time his temp was taken (38.5) the doctor had to chase the giggling little school girl around the exam room.