Random

GABE: “Mommy, I could broom the kitchen for you.”
ME: “Oh, that’s nice! Go on, then!”
GABE: “But I’m not going to. I just said I could. I don’t want to.”

Poor Sam, on the other hand, is still emotionally recovering from yesterday, when he had a recheck on his allergies. It’s been a long time since he was examined thoroughly, and back then, we were assured that he might grow out of some of those allergies and possibly into new ones. Recently, he’s been acting as though he’s allergic to pollen, for which he didn’t test positive back then, so I figured it was high time he got rechecked. This time, it was 52 pricks to the skin, and they were on his forearms, and he suffered much more visibly. It wasn’t just overreaction, either; one of his arms, the one exposed to tree and grass allergens, was visibly inflamed almost immediately from wrist to elbow. Poor kid has himself some nasty ragweed and related weed sensitivities. He’s also allergic to cats now. That’s just the icing on the cake, as far as he was concerned. So he’s on a new regimen of meds, which I hope helps in short order. It would probably explain some of the attention issues he’s been having in school lately; the doctor affirmed that.

Tangentially, the yard is in serious need of mowing. I suppose I’ll need to be ever more diligent about that from now on; can’t have the boy too miserable to play in his own back yard!