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Well...we've got the ear infecta trifecta going on here. 3 out of 4 ears are plugged. Must be back to school time!

Here's the thing. My son is a 6 year old hypochondriac. He comes by it honestly, but it's an issue. Sometimes his little sister is loving and supportive. Sometimes...not so much.

I found some OTC ear drops that are supposed to relieve ear pain associated with infections. So, I loaded him up. A few minutes later, this is what I overhear (I figure about 3 minutes after I put the stuff in, it probably ran out.)

He says: Hmm. This stuff feels kind of funny. I think it's...I think maybe it's running down my ear.

She says: Just don't talk about it.

He says: But I think...I think it's running back in my ear.

She says: Hmmm. Well. I fink maybe you're gonna hafta go to the doctor.

He says: Could it get in my brain?

She says: Hmm. Yeah. I fink, actually you're gonna hafta go to the doctor. Sorry. They're gonna hafta cut you open and take out your brains.

He says: For real?

She says: I fink so. Sorry.

He says: MOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!