One *little* problem. I say *little* but inside my head, it was HUGE.
It was a tick. Deep breath. A tick. Embedded in my precious son's head. First thing this morning. I was rubbing his head like I do every morning to wake him up and there it was. I was cool.
Oh, hey Grant. There's a tick in your head. No biggie (excuse me while I go FREAK OUT in the bathroom), I just need to grab him. I seriously contemplated taking him to the neighbors where a man lives. To get it out. Guess what? It was 6:30am. Didn't think the neighbors would appreciate that. I'm so thoughtful.......
30 seconds later out came the tick and Grant didn't even move. He thought it was funny. I thought I needed to take another shower. To rinse the cooties I clearly caught from the seed tick.
And where did the tick come from? I'll tell you. The farm. That had seed ticks. I'm finished with nature for awhile. Here's a picture of happy Grant on the way to the pond:
|Courtesy of John Deere Riding mower with trailer. |
Of course I remembered to pack it......the night before. Little tip I learned in all my four years experience of parenting.
|Putting his homework in his folder. Yes, he's wearing fireman boots again. |
|Yes, he's brilliant. I know.|
|Right before he asked me to do it|