My darling oldest boy is covered on his knees and elbows in an unsightly, itchy rash. While we were in the doctor's office, Henry started moaning about his stomach hurting.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?" I asked.
"No, I think I just need to sit down for a while and fart," Says my charming second born.
Jack has poison oak, which is a good excuse for us to stay inside and play RockBand all day.
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