Grandma Will Get a Taste of Her Own Medicine

Baby Mark needs an ultrasound, today. He has a deep dimple our doctor says may be indicitave of spina bifida occulta and that we should be conservative and have it checked out. Even though my rational mind knows this is what we should do, the other part of me wishes he had said, “You’re being paranoid; no more Internet research for you.”

Obviously, this was not the answer I received.

Today we will be heading downtown to MUSC. My mother works across the street, so she will watch Sir Thousand Hands during the appointment. Here’s where the taste of her own medicine comes in. Every time we visit her she loads my kid up on sweets. I don’t keep candy in the house, so by the time we leave he’s a spun up, sugar encrusted meltdown. Thanks Mom!

Anyhow, this morning I made our Friday morning treat, oatmeal with maple and brown sugar. I neglected to put away the syrup. A few moments ago I turned at a funny sound. STH was chugging syrup.

Ooooh Grandma, you have no idea what you are in for, today.

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