Okay, those potatoes were obnoxiously big.

Today was Jack's 11 year-old well child exam. Once upon a time a girl, who had minor scoliosis as an adolescent, fell in love with a boy, who had major scoliosis as an adolescent, and and they had a boy who had an overbite. And scoliosis. Luckily, they don't rack kids these days the way they used to (for those of you that aren't married to medieval geeks, this is when you're laid out on a board and stretched--how William Wallace, aka Braveheart, was killed), so we're going to try some swimming exercises and wait and see. Hey Deenie won't you come out tonight (obscure Judy Blume reference that only my sisters will probably get).....

Oh, and also Henry went to a new friend's house to play while we were at the doc. I picked him up and he had the Sad Clown Oil Painting Face. As we were driving away, I asked him if he had a good time and he said the kid "didn't have ANY action figures or Legos and he's never seen any Star Wars movies, and he thought it was fun to go hide in his closet, so do you think I had a very good time, mom?"