On Thursday, Princess Fusslebutt Goozie Magoo started running a high fever, topping out at 104.9. Needless to say, we went to the doctor...all four of us: me, Goozie, Rufus, and Boudreaux. As the doctor was explaining the blood tests and chest x-rays that she was about to take of my 11-month old, lethargic, hottie-for-all-the-wrong-reasons girlchild, Rufus and Boudreaux sat in the corner playing their Gameboys.
Rufus to Boudreaux: "I'm experiencing short term memory loss."
(Conversation between R & B continues...)
Doctor to Fatty: "Did he just say 'short term memory loss'?"
F to D: "Yes, he did."
D to F: "How old is he?"
F: "Six."
Doctor to Rufus: "Do you and your brother play together a lot?"
Rufus to Doctor: "Yes, except when I get grossed out by his putrid breath."
Doctor to Fatty: "You've got quite a child there."
(Yes, we got past the major fever and are on the mend from the subsequent snot attack.)
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