Burl's been limping for two and half days now, so naturally we took a little trip to the pediatrician. We were just there on Monday for Fern's little ear infection, and the doctor was kind enough to give Burl a courtesy check in his ears as well. The doctor found two long-eared bunny rabbits living in each of Burl's ears. One of them winked at the doctor.
Our doctor is good like that. While waiting for him feels crazy, as my kids like to go wild in the little confined rooms, the doctor brings mystery and awe when he walks in the room. They are fascinated by his tools and how he carefully and kindly gives them a check.
Today, Burl was sitting on the bench with his getting-skinnier little legs stretched out while the doctor was doing the doctor thing. Burl just sat there and stared at him. His mouth was hung open (like my side of the family does best) and he was so still, and then I noticed it: a little drool slipped out his mouth. He was entranced. I was in the corner trying my best to stop from laughing which turned into violent, quiet shaking laughter. Burl never noticed the drool or the scene that I made.
Thankfully, his limp is not the dangerous limp and we just have to keep an eye on him.