I thought I’d check in on the latest with Luca’s body.
First off, his face currently looks like a giant hamburger.
Last week, he was walking across the Skokie pool, most likely in terror of the giant red bucket, while dragging his towel around his feet. Step. Trip. Smash. He went face first into the cement. The same cement 500,000 Athlete’s Foot suffering Skokiates has just tromped across. Most notably, this caused a scab under his nose that can best be described as “Hitlery.”
Then just a few days ago, Diana and Luca were playing a game where Luca hid under our covers and Diana asks, “Why is my pillow talking?” I’m not sure the other rules of the game, but apparently one critical rule is smashing jumping off our bed and slamming your face into our bedside table.
Diana, who was naked at the time, leapt into clothes in anticipation of a trip to the hospital. But after a minute of fierce crying, he simply said, “I’m okay. Can we play the pillow talking game again?”
That’s the bad. Want to know the good?
Luca grew out of his peanut allergy! Yep. We no longer have to carry around that emergency Epi Pen, except for recreational use.
Luca had a test that showed he most likely didn’t have an allergy to George Washington Carver’s little babies. But the only way to be sure was to have him actually consume peanuts.
This involved sitting in a sterile doctor’s office for three straight hours and giving your kid peanut butter. But Diana knew Luca was not a fan of brown pastes. So she came armed with Rees’s Peanut Butter cups. Which seemed like a great idea at the time.
But after 3 hours consuming, she had to pry him off the ceiling with a tongue depressor. He doctor proclaimed him free of peanut allergy. But after a ½ pound of chocolate, he probably has diabetes.