There are moments in every mother’s life when she knows she’s given her child too much information.  For me this happened yesterday while waiting for the podiatrist to diagnose my plantar fasciitis.  Sitting next to me in the little examination room Huck asked, “Where is it on your foot?”  Thinking that surely he’s heard me complain enough about how much my heel hurts these days I replied with confusion, “Where is what?  The pain?”  He shook his head and answered, “No, the yeast infection.”

And in walked the doctor, proving that life is a comedy.