I SWEAR we discussed the surgery before. Not even kidding, he didn't remember. We were in Fred Meyer buying silicone earplugs (so that he can go back to swimming lessons the week after surgery), and he was TOTALLY COMPLETELY CLUELESS. I SWEAR we talked about it. He seemed to be paying attention.
This would be why kids cannot give informed consent, duh.
Anyway, we RE-discussed it right in the middle of Fred Meyer because he looked upset, and he just got MORE and MORE upset (which hadn't happened the first time we talked about it). It took a good long 10 minutes of freak-out to get out of him that his real worry was that he wouldn't be able to fall asleep so they could fix his ears. Once I let him know that the medicine they would give him before the surgery would MAKE him fall asleep, he didn't have to worry about that, he was FINE.
Alrighty then, Boyness. Please, for the love of all that is sanity-retaining for your mother, do not forget we had THIS conversation.
Life Kind of Happened. Again.
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