Thankfully, Matt has been a healthy kid. Other than the first year at the children's center, he's had few colds, gastro viruses or mysterious rashes. And we are further thankful that he was born with no chronic or serious illnesses.
That said, he keeps busy with mysterious maladies all his own. His latest pronouncements:
--I have leg cramps. Do you know why? My legs are full of bathwater and they need to dry out. I'd better sleep in your bed, so I can stretch out my legs and they can dry.
--I have bed head. My bed is too uncomfortable.
--My toes are split. My socks don't fit right, and that splits my toes.
I think in a previous life, he was a medieval physician. Carrying around a box of leeches and magic rocks, he would "diagnose" his patients with sour bile, ill humors, witchcraft, and so forth. He was probably quite popular .... back in 1450.
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