i admit i was mesmerized by the malt shop memories infomercial.

When my son says Little People, it sounds like hee hee butt. I'm sorry but it does.

So, whose child didn't want to give up his crayons in the doctor's waiting room this morning? Mine. Ha ha. It's a lot of fun packing out the kid who in four and a half minutes established a deep and meaningful relationship with the doctor's office crayons.

You know what I did this morning when my son was getting his flu shot? Of course, you don't know. Well, it's the first time I have ever done this thing that I did because I know better. I really do know better. But when the nurse stuck that really long needle in his leg, I gasped. Luckily, my son didn't consider getting the shot that traumatic because if he had then mommy gasping probably would have sent him over the edge. I don't know what came over me. It was just a reaction I suppose. I better not even think about gasping when my daughter gets her flu shot in a couple of days because that child is already screaming and twisting herself into the pretzel of despair before the shot even enters the room. Gasping around her would be the same as me screaming for us all to run, run, run for our lives.