In which Claire does a Very Brave Thing

Stephen had his comprehensive exams spread out over 3 days last week, so he is taking today and tomorrow off. It's so fun to have him home! We worked hard all day Saturday--moving wood chips, mowing the lawn, gardening...the weather was perfect and we had such a great time!

BUT--on to the Very Brave Thing...


The reward for the kids filling up their marble jar this time was going out for breakfast. Today was the day! We had a delicious breakfast at IHOP...

...and afterwards talked with the waitresses (no, IHOP doesn't offer field trips in their kitchen), followed by watching some workers across the street. It was pleasantly breezy, and I was admiring Lincoln's lovely locks when I noticed something. Something that I hoped wasn't what I thought it was. 


But IT WAS. 


IT WAS A TICK. 


ON MY BOY. 

Shiver. Shiver shiver shiver. Gag. Bleh. Eew. Don't panic! Breathe. It's okay. 


And here is the Very Brave Thing that I did: I pulled that tick out. 


I calmly went to the car, got out the first aid kit and pulled that nasty bugger off. It hadn't quite stuck it's head in (though I was prepared for that), but did pull off some skin as it desperately clung to my boy's scalp. And then I crushed it. 


I didn't throw up. I didn't panic. But shiver. Shiver shiver shiver. Eew!!!!!