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Some families have Game Night.
Some families have Movie Night.
Our family, as announced by my son Logan last night, has Ear Wax Night.
If I haven’t completely grossed you out yet and you are intrigued enough to keep reading I will paint the pathetic picture.
The conversation over dinner dishes last night started harmless enough. Somehow we worked our way around to what could be a new Oscar category, Most Dramatic Simulated Torture Scene as Performed by a Child.
Our daughter Whitney would have won that category no contest when she once had to have her ears irrigated because of ear wax build up and a possible ear infection. You would have thought the doctor was tearing her from limb to limb the way she howled, screeched and begged for her life. It was an impressive performance indeed.
My mother-in-law (MIL), who was over for dinner, harmlessly asked the sporting question that degenerated the evening. “Does Whitney...
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