I had to share this story with someone, and I thought all of you might appreciate it.
Garrison was having a pretty bad day Friday. We took an overnight trip to do some history research for a project. We had visited a working farm, in the extreme heat, when he started complaining about his stomach. We went to the museum to cool off and he made many trips to the restroom. We get to the hotel later that afternoon and he heads straight to the bathroom. When he comes out he says, "Mom, you've got to see this." Worried, I ask if there is blood. With a huge smile on his face he says, "No, but you can tell exactly what was in my sandwich!" :rof:
While we did not take him up on his offer to look, he did earn high 5's from everyone in the room. Only a Crohn's kid...... :wink:
Garrison was having a pretty bad day Friday. We took an overnight trip to do some history research for a project. We had visited a working farm, in the extreme heat, when he started complaining about his stomach. We went to the museum to cool off and he made many trips to the restroom. We get to the hotel later that afternoon and he heads straight to the bathroom. When he comes out he says, "Mom, you've got to see this." Worried, I ask if there is blood. With a huge smile on his face he says, "No, but you can tell exactly what was in my sandwich!" :rof:
While we did not take him up on his offer to look, he did earn high 5's from everyone in the room. Only a Crohn's kid...... :wink:
