Today we are making a trip back to the hospital for baby Rhett’s second PKU test. Poor little guy is going to have his heel pricked and blood squeezed out of his heel again to fill five circles on a piece of paper.
This morning at the breakfast table, Ted asked Elle, “Do you know where we’re going today?” Elle didn’t know and Ted told her, “We’re going to the hospital.”
Elle, without hesitation asked Ted, “We going to give the baby back to them?” Ted and I were laughing pretty hard (and it’s not fun for me to laugh because of the pain, but I could not help it this time).
I asked her, “Do you want to give him back to the hospital?” and Elle shouted, “NO!”