Random photos of San Francisco that have nothing to do with this post.
I dropped SH off at Dr B's, then picked him up after my gym class. He was very brave.
SH: I only squealed a few times.
Me: Good for you!
SH: They had to stick me about ten times, so after the fourth, I started getting a little pale. The doctor kept asking, "Does this hurt?" and I would say, "Yes!"
Me: You are so brave.
SH: The nurse said it would just feel like a bee sting.
Me: I guess she doesn't know you scream like a little girl when you are around bees or mud daubers.
SH: I told her ten bee stings was very different from one.
* It turned out to be a cyst, not a lipoma. "You mean I could have lanced it?" I asked. "Rats." Yes, at one time I wanted to be a doctah.