Henry's blood has officially been drawn for genetic testing. I love when people ask, "how did he do?" Oh, you know. Imagine being held down by your mommy and a complete stranger as another complete stranger pokes a big needle in to your arm and it really really hurts and you have no idea why any of this is happening and when it will end and what will happen next. That's how he did.
When they finished, we told Henry what a big boy he was and how well he did (you know, when the screaming subsided). His response? "NO. I am NOT a big boy. I want to lay down."
Onward and upward.
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