The baby is at the doctor with the mother-in-law to find out what the deal is with this cough that he’s had forever. They’re guessing bronchitis and gave him a breathing treatment and some Prednisone. Poor kid. I talked to him for a second on the phone and he told me, “Prednisone tastes nasty.” I promised him some candy.
I talked to my dad for awhile last night and re-realized something I’ve known for awhile: my family is batshit insane.