Over the past weekend, C had some sort of bug complete with a juicy cough and a soaring fever that topped 103 a couple of times. Needless to say, he spent a fair amount of time flat on his back getting his temperature taken…um…in an uncomfortable place*. He was resistant to it, whether from the invasion of his most personal space or from his general opposition to lying still for any length of time is unclear, but I guess it made an impression on him. Last night at bed time, he grabbed the thermometer off his dresser, stuck it between his legs in the general direction of his diaper, held it there for a while then said “Beep, beep” before removing it. Brilliant! I shall be submitting his medical school applications shortly.
* Many thanks to Kevin Smith for that eminently useful euphemism.
