When The Boy was around the age that Ender is now, he started doing something strange and hilariously funny. Namely, he started crawling into the bathroom when he had to poo or if he already had and needed a change.
Today, Ender crawled into the bathroom and I joked that maybe he had to poo. Which he had.
But this whole time in The Boy's life led up to his diagnosis. And the similarities between my oldest and youngest are frightening enough. I hope and pray that The Boy's medical history remains unique to him in this family.
Which is why the bathroom visit was much less funny to me.
Ender is sick with a virus of some kind and some stubborn thrush to boot. And I am sure glad that the doctor made a point to note his nice soft belly.
