"One of us is turning into a troll," Cortlen announced authoritatively. "And it's not me."
"It's definitely not me either," said Camber as she leaned in for a closer look at her brother's stomach.
Before dissolving into tears, Kellen turned to me for reassurance. I shrugged my shoulders and did my best to console him.
"It's in your genes, what can I say?" I told him. Although I lack fleshy growths, I do have several other defining characteristics of the mythical beast including a surly temperament, mood swings, and a large nose.
My husband didn't doubt my diagnosis, but just to be safe, suggested that I take Kellen to the pediatrician. Needless to say, we were all in shock when the doctor scoffed at my medical theories and diagnosed my five-year-old instead with a common and highly contagious childhood skin virus called Molluscum Contagiosum (I can't tell you how much I like the name of this virus...it's pretty much the embodiment of awesome).
"The bumps will go away on their own in 6 to 12 months," the doctor told me.
"You're only going to be a troll for a few months," I told Kellen on the way out to the parking lot. "You'd better enjoy it while you can."
To celebrate, I took all the kids to 7-11 for Slurpees. On the way home, Cortlen--who is notoriously stingy--announced that he was sharing his frozen treat with his brother.
"That's wonderful!" I gushed, praising his generosity. "Thank you soooo much!"
When we got home, I opened the back door to find Cameron's (my nine-month-old) face--from nose to chin--stained a bright shade of cherry red.
Cortlen beamed. I screeched. "AH!" I yelped. "I didn't realize you were sharing your Slurpee with THAT brother," I announced.
"You didn't ask," Cortlen said matter-of-factly.
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