Smart kid. Still a kid.
May. 20th, 2008 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
resonantThe Tech Goddess and the Good Bad Boy have two sons. The younger one is in his early twenties; he's living with them while he's in college. I like him. He's funny.
(The first time I met him, he was six years old and selling popcorn for the Cub Scouts. The Tech Goddess said she'd collect the money. I asked him, "Can she be trusted with money?" He said, "Not my money.")
Last week, when the Tech Goddess and I went out to lunch, she was very freaked out about this kid. He had had a headache for several weeks. Also some unexplained numbness in his shoulder and arm. He went in for testing today, and I asked her to call me when she had the results.
So tonight she calls me, laughing so hard she can hardly speak. "First of all," she says, "it's not a tumor."
"Cool," I say. "Of all of our families, he's the only one who can say for sure that he doesn't have a brain tumor. Next time I need someone whose brain has been proven functional, I'll call him."
Still laughing, she said, "Not so fast."
"He has whiplash," she tells me.
"What, did he have a car accident? A bike accident? And why didn't he tell you?"
"Um. See, he read on the internet that it was impossible to eat a teaspoon of cinnamon --"
"Oh, no," I said.
"Oh, yes. So he tried it. I guess mostly what happens is that you throw it up, but in his case it went out his nose. He sneezed himself into a case of whiplash."
(The first time I met him, he was six years old and selling popcorn for the Cub Scouts. The Tech Goddess said she'd collect the money. I asked him, "Can she be trusted with money?" He said, "Not my money.")
Last week, when the Tech Goddess and I went out to lunch, she was very freaked out about this kid. He had had a headache for several weeks. Also some unexplained numbness in his shoulder and arm. He went in for testing today, and I asked her to call me when she had the results.
So tonight she calls me, laughing so hard she can hardly speak. "First of all," she says, "it's not a tumor."
"Cool," I say. "Of all of our families, he's the only one who can say for sure that he doesn't have a brain tumor. Next time I need someone whose brain has been proven functional, I'll call him."
Still laughing, she said, "Not so fast."
"He has whiplash," she tells me.
"What, did he have a car accident? A bike accident? And why didn't he tell you?"
"Um. See, he read on the internet that it was impossible to eat a teaspoon of cinnamon --"
"Oh, no," I said.
"Oh, yes. So he tried it. I guess mostly what happens is that you throw it up, but in his case it went out his nose. He sneezed himself into a case of whiplash."