No matter what can happen, it was not me that talked

Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit.

I didn't expect to find myself in the clinic at Walgreens for over an hour today. My son didn't expect to have ears so packed with earwax that the nurse practitioner couldn't even see the infection lurking behind them either. Of the two of us, I'd say I got off easiest.

So son's ears are cleaned of wax (a grossly fascinating process I was tempted to document, but didn't – must save him any possible embarrassment), and a week of antibiotics should take care of the...