All things happen in three's

Call it a cosmic equation, coincidence, flook of nature, whatever, but I knew last night after we got M's pills under control (thank you Denise for your help with that one) and L was taken care of at least for the next two weeks while we await the test results and the next step is decided on that it was only a matter of time before my third would have some issue needing medical attention. At 6:10 this morning, it happened. He came into our bedroom and groggily we told him to go back to bed and wait for his alarm to go off. He replied that he couldn't because his bed was covered in blood. I knew it, the final variable to completing our own cosmic equation, C's bloody noses. This morning's was accompanied with a horrible cough and totally blocked sinuses and we made the inevitable decision to keep him home and take him to the doctor. But after a dose of Claritin and a few minutes on the PlayStation with his buddy who we were watching while his mom enjoyed her own terror at the dentist, he had make an astounding recovery only coughing a few times and his nose markedly more breathable. Let's rethink this. Today is only a half day and he is already dressed and has had his breakfast and the bus won't arrive for another 25 minutes, plenty of time to brush teeth and comb his hair into his signature fauxhawk. So we put him on this bus and pray that he can last until the bus drops him around 1:00 this afternoon. No pic for the day as of yet, I figured there was no need for a pic of blood covered sheets, the mental imagery should be detail enough for most.