It’s “The Mom” here. The surgical supplies are in for Justice.
We figured it would be cheaper to take care of it ourselves. Lucky kid gets to have a Flexible Laryngoscopy, Bilateral Myringotomy w/Tubes, Tonsillectomy and an Adenoidectomy after we get back from vacation at the end of this month.
I hope my Surgery For Dummies book comes in on time.
I’m starting speech therapy in about a week, but I don’t really understand why. I mean….I’m not even talking yet. How do they know I’m even going to have a problem? Maybe I’ve got nothing to say. Maybe my mommy and daddy should be asking themselves why I don’t want to talk. Maybe they should all be in some kind of therapy.
I’d bet my Cheetos that my brothers and sister need some type of speech or social therapy way more than I do.
THIS IS WHAT MY BIGGEST BROTHER SOUNDS LIKE
THIS IS WHAT MY NEXT BIG BROTHER SOUNDS LIKE
THIS IS WHAT MY BIG SISTER SOUNDS LIKE
See what I mean. Doesn’t make sense to me. Maybe they want to make sure at least one of their kids speaks English and I’m their last hope. Yeah….that’s probably it.
Here’s a picture of me so you don’t leave without getting “justice”. My mommy thinks that’s funny. I don’t know why.