This is how you know I’m a little bit crazy. I went to the doctor yesterday to have a mole checked out. It's a mole that I’ve had for years and years and has never qualified as potentially cancerous (trust me I watch out for these things…my family is like a magnet for melanoma). Yet recently, O has noticed said spot and will come up and touch it frequently...we're talking 20 times a day... and say “dis” (which is obviously this for non-baby talkers), then proceed to kiss it. Serious, open mouth kiss.
Of course, this immediately made me assume not that he just noticed something different and is pointing it out, but rather that he has a special sixth sense for detecting skin cancer and this was his way of trying to save Mommy’s life. I legitimately thought this, so much so that I began to obsess over all sorts of insane scenarios…and so much so that I mentioned it to Ty, and he said “Yeah, that is kind of weird.” Ty never indulges my crazy, so the fact that he agreed it was a little odd completely validated the concern in my head. So I made an appointment.
You can imagine the look I got when I explained to my doctor that I was concerned about a very benign looking spot, because my baby has been pointing to it and kissing it and I’m worried a 13-month old has the intuition to detect cancer. He shook his head, said it was benign, but handed me a gown and offered to bust out the liquid nitrogen anyway if I was really concerned.
I immediately backtracked and said I would make a separate appointment so I could get out of there without getting anything frozen off…especially since it checked out.
I leave you with a few crappy phone pics from yesterday...O's discovering God's gift of Einstein's Strawberry Shmear for the first time...
Don't call the cops. This was their idea.