Kender and Jarod are going in for their next EUA (exam under anesthesia) on Monday. Every single time any of the kids goes in, the hospital has to call three times, first to do admission (insurance type info), second to do intake (medical history), and third to give us a time. You’d think at least the first (and maybe part of the second) could be skipped after the first one, but whatever.
So this lady today doing the intake on Jarod asks what his birth weight was. I said, “8-10.”
“Wow, that’s a big boy!”
“Not really,” I said, “he wasn’t my biggest.”