What I thought was just being tired from visiting with a friend turned out to be pneumonia today for my 9 year old.
One trip to the doctor’s office, one trip to the lab for blood work, one trip to the hospital for x-rays, one drive thru trip to McDonald’s, a second trip back to the doctor, and finally a trip to the pharmacist resulted in two very cranky children.
Just like them, I was tired and a bit frustrated while trying to get dinner made.
Little did I know that right after dinner we would all be laughing uncontrollably.
My nine year old was recalling for my husband how he had blood taken from his finger earlier in the day. “I even had the finger prick. That’s the most painful way to give blood.”
My husband said, “Well, I think giving blood intravenously would be more painful.”
With a scrunched up face my son said, “Intrapenisly?”
We all started to chuckle.
“No, intravenously is usually through your arm.”
“Oh, because I was thinking intrapenisly would really hurt.”
We all lost it at that point.
Of course, things quickly went downhill when our six year old had to stand up and demonstrate what giving blood intrapenisly might look like (with his clothes still on, thank goodness).
What’s the worst part of this?
For the next twenty years we will never be able to go to the emergency room with each other for fear that we will burst out laughing while the doctor is giving orders.
