I’m over at Coffee+Crumbs today talking about what could be considered the prequel to last week’s Oils Can Save Us from the Zombie Apocalypse.
Taking your child to the pediatrician’s office is the worst. When you walk through the door and turn toward the Sick Side of the waiting room you can almost feel the germs descend onto your scalp and lay eggs in your eyebrows. Your child is of course oblivious to this. She wriggles away from your iron death grip and traipses across the lobby, stopping to lick the handles of the chairs and laying down and humping the industrial carpet with her little diapered bum. Read more…
