You’ll be happy to know that Luke is feeling better from the viral torticollis he developed over the weekend. If you haven’t read about it yet, then grab some Kleenex. It’s a real tear jerker.
It wasn’t enough that I had to relinquish my Tempur-Pedic neck pillow to him, but he added insult to injury when he asked me today, “Am I your favorite grandson?” and “Back when you were a kid did people drink chicken juice?”
I answered, “No,” to both.
What a punk. He’s going to have to learn NOT to insult the person in charge of giving him neck massages.