The little man is about to turn six. These days he spends more time talking about Star Wars legos than cuddling baby dolls. Not that he knows the first thing about Star Wars, but he needs four hundred dollars for the Death Star.
He had some strange circular marks on his leg and shoulder the other day, and I took him to the doctor. They aren't really sure what it is, but they are going to treat him for Lyme disease just in case. At his age it is fourteen days of amoxicillan. He is pretending that it tastes great to make his sisters feel like they are missing out on something.