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Finger prick

I don’t mean that in a bad way… 🙂

I just put Jack to bed. For the 3rd time. Anyone else having nights like this?

Jack: Mom, I’m afraid!

me: Aww, there’s nothing to be afraid of! (I thought the Calvin and Hobbes “monsters under the bed” cartoons were finally getting to him.)

Jack: Yes there is. They’re going to do a finger prick to get blood at my 7-year-old checkup!

me: Jack, that’s like 7 months away…

Jack: But I don’t like it! I would rather get another shot than do a finger prick.

me: Maybe we can ask them to take blood from your arm instead.

Jack: A finger prick IN MY ARM??!!!!

me: Sigh. No I mean, use a needle, since you’re not afraid of those anymore.

Jack: Oh. Can they do that?

me: We can ask. Why not? Most kids are afraid of the shots and not the finger prick. You’re the opposite.

Jack: I’m always the opposite.

me: Tell me something I don’t know.

Jack: If they don’t allow blood to come out of my arm, we’re getting out of that place and you’re driving me home.

me: Okay. It’s a deal. (Can they take blood from your arm?? I think it’s just from your wrist, right? Ah, crap. Well I have 7 months to work this out.)

Jack: Okay, thanks…

me: Goodnight.

Jack: Goodnight.

me: (almost made it out of the room)…

Jack: Mom!

me: Yeahhh?

Jack: I feel nauseous and I don’t like counting sheep and I’m not tired!

me: Sighhhh…

But alas, I finally did make it out alive. Jack’s going to be tired tomorrow. He woke me up at 5:39 today. So actually I’LL be tired tomorrow.

(2nd DRUMROLL)

And for those of you (2) that participated in my basil pooping plant contest, Ha, I will now show you the answer to the mystery. What are the little drops that keep falling off my cut stems of basil? Hmm?? HMMMM!!???

Ta-daaaaaaa!

Caterpillar poop! Or pooplets as the case may be. See??

Who's the cute little fuzzy guy living in my kitchen??

Deal with it. I’m not a contest organizer. And if any of you know anything about caterpillars, he turned white in the last day. WTF. Is he turning into a moth or something? We have a butterfly house. Should we stuff him and the basil in it? Keep him as a pet? Should I let him go? Ahhhhh!! Is this inhumane???

Earlier this week…

me: Aww, Jack this carpenter ant is still alive. I think Bella mangled him. (Shut up. Yes I save carpenter ants.)

Jack: Awwww, poor little guy!

me: Should we kill him and put him out of his misery?

Jack: NO! Is he going to get better?

me: I’m afraid not. He might be suffering.

Jack: Let’s put him outside in a comfy spot and he’ll die on his own.

me: Do you think that’s better than helping him so he doesn’t suffer?

Jack: That’s always better. You have to die on your own Mom.

me: Really? I always want to help.

Jack: We’re not supposed to help.

Jack was very convincing. We placed the ant in a shady spot on the deck. When we came back a few minutes later he was curled up and dead. The ant. Jack said “See? He did it on his own.” I once hit a squirrel with my car, very severely, and I went back to “finish him off”. It was just about the most sickening thing I’ve ever done. Should I have left him there? Even I’m learning things from this little 6-year-old.