He'll Never Be A Doctor

Maybe I am sentimental because he is having surgery tomorrow.

This is the boy who, around age 2, was asked by his dad "Isn't Mommy beautiful?"
To which he responded, "Yeth, spethaly haiw" (hair).

A top contender for my hardest pregnancy. I had over 20 bags of IV's between weeks 8 and 13.

His dad says he exerts a very strong opinion about what I will and will not like when they are gift shopping for me.

He pays attention to my interests. But wouldn't let on that he does.

He talks to me about politics. It's way above my head. But I love the cameraderie. I love that he thinks I know more than I do.

He has had a hilarious sense of humor from a young age. When he was about 11, he and his older brother were fighting. The firstborn was being a little bossy. My hubby heard them and said "I understand why you need to explain it to him. But you are not the czar, so mellow out". A few minutes later we heard Mr. Statesman say "Andrew, which do you prefer : C-Z-A-R or
T-S-A-R?"

He is tough and a man's man, but has a soft spot. Can't stand anything gross like poop or blood.

He'll never be a doctor.

It's a good thing.

Cuz they don't make stools that spin out to be tall enough...




At his post op appointment on Friday