Big boy

Graham went in for a blood test today for his milk allergy. Mary had been rather apprehensive about taking him there, thinking that he would have a big fit, as he has in the past, and on this occasion I didn't think she was exaggerating anything. I didn't want to take him, I'll tell you that. I'm sure you see where this is headed: it went just fine. He got his blood taken quite bravely.

The biggest risk point was perhaps afterwards, at the house, when Natalie saw that he had gotten a Tofutti Cutie for a snack, whereas she had gotten squat... aside from the trip to the library and quick book check out yesterday -- without and concealed from Graham -- that we took when we were getting Mary's surprise birthday treat. That might as well be ancient history. In any case, the moment of snack jealousy passed, and peace reigns within our household. For the moment. Stay tuned...