Wow. So on Wednesday we had our six month checkup with Noah, our three year old. It was actually about his eye, not his general health. He has Ptosis, which is the fancy word for a droopy eye lid. It’s serious enough that he actually had to have surgery on it just before his first birthday to insert a sling inside his eyelid to hold it up. This is something that will have to happen every few years for the rest of his life.
So Wednesday was his first appointment here in Delaware which meant it ended up being about three hours long. Ug. He was doing pretty awesome until the last half hour when he couldn’t sit still any more. Heather had gone and picked up Caleb (5 year old) from preschool, and the two of them started wrestling around while the doctor was talking us through some stuff. Next thing we know, Noah is on top of Caleb and just absolutely rips one. Loud.
That wasn’t the horrifically embarrassing part. That came next:
Noah starts laughing and screaming, “HA HA HA!!! I FART ON YOU! I FART ON YOU!!!”
I think they heard him in the waiting room …