Tonight, when I returned from my walk/run/walk, (I hope Abby and Deirdre are reading this) Pateriko called me to his bedroom, where he was trying to go to sleep. He told me that ever since he ate that peach smoothie at 5:00 his throat had been hurting and it felt funny to swallow. I told him it was probably nothing but maybe he was allergic to something in the smoothie, or maybe he was actually getting sick because he had been complaining of not feeling well earlier in the evening. I suggested he go drink some water and if things didn't start feeling better pretty soon to let me know and I'd give him some Tylenol or something. He said okay and then added that he told his Dad this story and Dad didn't seem very sympathetic.  I think his exact words were "Dad didn't believe me and told me it was all in my head". I confronted Dirty Larry about it a few moments later and he said, "I did not say that." But I knew he was lying because he had that goofy "I'm lying" grin on his face and then he started snickering.  He walked directly to Pateriko's room and said "Are you feeling okay?"  Pateriko said "It still hurts". Then I heard this precious, sweet Daddy say "Do you see a bright light?"  and then he switched the overhead light on in his room and commenced with the laughing. He ain't funny.  Much.

Beej