And I thought I was eating at Billy's Reubens
I left the hospital on Sunday morning. HOME SWEET HOME! At departure, the Doc informed my parents that one of my tests was borderline; and as a result, I would need to return to the hospital on Monday for some additional testing. Ugh! I was oh so disappointed... until I realized what test the Doc must of been referring to. Of course, silly me! The Doc must have been flabbergasted by my IQ test and needed me to retake the test. I get it, I get it. After all, it is unusual for an infant to have their IQ tested, let alone score so high that MENSA will inevitably come calling. Gosh darn it, if the Doc wants to cover up his shock and awe by calling my genius, “borderline”, so be it. I’d happily return to give the Doc another dose of #pinkboomsauce. I knew the test would prove, without question, that the first test was anything but inconceivable. On Monday, retest day, I overheard my Dad suggest taking the family on a po...