But in the middle of it, there's a bit about getting underwear for Christmas, and the kid in the book says, "Oh, poop!" at the present. And Jet and I giggled for five minutes straight at him reading, "Oh, poop!" like twenty times. I love little boy humor. *falls over giggling*
It's also helped that, for whatever reason, my flow count has started going back up. There must have been a flood of pollen or my shots yesterday or the Allegra I added on top of the Advair, but my breathing has gotten better today. I'm grateful.