2. The inside of the big toe on my right foot is NUMB. As in - it has no feeling at all. Like it's had a little stroke. I'm only mildly concerned. I mean if part of me is going to have a stroke, the big toe is not a bad option, right?
3. The little boy who plays my youngest son in the play hugged me last night and asked me if he could have a BB Gun for Christmas.
... Uh, dude? You have a mother.
He was so sweetly sincere, though, that I didn't laugh at him. I looked at the director, paused and then patted him and said, "We'll see."
I have no idea if that was the right thing to do, but I figure that it couldn't really hurt. *shrugs*