The other day, a groggy Saturday morning, I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth in an attempt to freshen up. My 11 year old brother came up to me with a very worried expression on his face. "My feet hurt really bad, and they are numb!" came the urgent complaint. I looked at him through my droopy eyes, and said "did thoo hust wake upf?" through my brushing. "Yes!" He is now running warm water into the bathtub behind me as I brush my teeth.
I spit. "well, it's probably cause you slept on them wrong or have a cramp. Or maybe its growing pains."
He looks at me a moment, dolefully, then back at his submerged feet. "No," he decides, "I think I have gout."
Me. "uh, Joseph, gout only happens in your big toe." (not true, but I wanted to get his mind off of it."
Joseph, panic stricken, "Now it's only in my big toe!!!"
Sheesh...hypocondriac. I think it was Little Lord Fauntleroy who introduced this illness to him.
Like Daniel, when he was four, telling us about "the battle of Bull RUn where the union and the lobster backs fought and there were 5000 casualties which means 5000 men were slaughtered."
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