Kids are magic.



We took Anthony to have his surgery yesterday morning. He was so brave and stoic. It was frightening to see him drift off to sleep on the operating table, and frightening to wait for him to wake up and be Anthony again. He did so well, though. No puking, which I was expecting. Minimal tears. He enjoyed inspecting his tonsils and adenoids and hearing how they were "huge" in comparison to most tonsils and adenoids.


He shrugs off Tylenol with codeine and since he is denied his bike and skateboard, hunts for bugs in the backyard. We wake him at 2 for his medicine, but other than that, he sleeps all night long withuot a peep.

He is my hero.