E.B. has a cough and his voice became really hoarse on Christmas Day. I started feeling yucky Friday after a trip to the store. I’ve lived in Mississippi long enough to know that my self-diagnosis of The Delta Crud was happening, so yesterday E.B. and I headed off to the doctor. We had a 2 hour wait to be seen, so we took along our Kindle Fires and played Candy Crush and read books while we waited. We also took this picture and sent it to my husband because we were on the verge of boredom. We were finally seen and E.B. got a kick out of the fact that I had to have blood taken and he didn’t. I don’t mind having my blood taken, but I cannot watch it under any circumstances. However, E.B. watched the phlebotomist’s every move. And asked lots of questions. Altogether, a three hour trip. I’m just glad I have this little guy. He makes even the most boring things tolerable with his questions and observations about everything. According to the doc, we should both be feeling better in a few days.