Yesterday I was in the pediatrician’s office.  AGAIN.  Though NoahNoah aka: Mac Daddy
Age: 12
"Special" Qualities: Holds a grudge for longer than you can remember the offense. Talks nonstop
Best Qualities: Wakes up with a smile every day and walks to the beat of his own drum.’s H1N1 fever finally broke on Wednesday, he had suddenly developed a rash from head to toe which caused all my panic buttons to start ringing and my wheel to start spinning.  While we were waiting for the doctor to come in I texted my girlfriend, “Are you there Martini?  It’s me Margaret.”

Unbeknownst to me, Noah was looking over my shoulder.

Noah: What does that mean?

Me: Oh, it’s just a reference to a book that all girls read when they were younger.

Noah: What was it about?

Me: Girl stuff.  That time of the month, boys and other gross stuff.

Noah: How old were you when you read it?

Me: Oh, probably around twelve.  Most girls start when they are twelve.

Noah: (Wide eyed) Drinking martinis?

Me:  No sweetie, we start martinis when we have kids. We start our periods when we are twelve.

Noah:  (Disgusted) Dude.