Day 38: No pictures of me for yesterday. I had to leave school early because of yuckiness. I had a fever and some other stuff that is just nobody’s business, cause a dude’s business should be private. Let’s just say it was questionable enough to make my mommy pick me up early from school.
She took me to the doctor and he said I could play the sick card and miss school today. But….He also said my liver seemed enlarged and I would need to get some blood drawn. That seemed silly to me. Why would anyone want a drawing of blood? And….Who do you call to do that?
Day 39: See how excited I am to go.
My mommy would be real big poopy head if she took a picture of me getting my blood taken. Instead she drew a quick version of my nightmare. That just makes her a little poopy head.
I’m a lot cuter than that.
After my torture, mommy and daddy took me to eat. I think it was more for them. I like french fries. Daddy is making a funny face to hide the fact his face looks funny.
I don’t trust daddy. He is trying to take some of my food.
I have to give him the stinky eye to keep him away.
Then we went to my sister’s school to watch her perform with her Spirit Squad and Drama Club.
“My nap was interrupted for this!” (I hope I used the right finger. My sign language is kinda rusty.)
A Dose of Justice (...courtesy of my crazy mom) 
Ah honey I hope you feel better now. Daddy should not steal your food. Bet you actually liked your sister Spirit Squad, it was funny seeing her dance, wasn’t it? Maybe she can teach you.
I was dancing on the sidelines.
I hope you are feeling better, Justice. I wouldn’t want anyone to take a picture of me getting my blood drawn either. I’m sure you were very…brave.
I was silently strong.
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