Sunday, December 23, 2001
Anthrax
We took Devon in to the pediatrician to check on a weird rash he had on his face. The doctor thought it might be poison oak, but then suggested that the rash could have been caused by almost anything and was simply irritated by a sort of bacterial infection. In any case, when he was nearly finished explaining what he thought was wrong and how to treat it, Sebastian piped up with, “It could be Antrhax,“ in a very grown-up and mature voice. The doctor stared at him for a moment as Dan and I burst out laughing, and then the doctor, stifling his own laughter, replied in as much of a solomn voice as he could muster, “Oh no. I promise you. That is not Anthrax.“ Then the doc turned to us and asked in shock, “He’s really only four?“
Heh. Yes. Really.
