That kid. He's got a wicked sense of humor, an attitude to match any 13-year-old girl, a comeback/retort to whatever you have to say quicker than you finish your sentence and an independent streak a country-mile wide. I have no idea where he gets those traits...
But, today, I saw that boy be a big, brave, obedient and compliant child. Isaac is having a battery of tests run as a result of months of breathing/coughing/asthma (or is it really asthma?) problems. All we really know right now is that we just don't know. We met a fabulous specialist last week. He suggested we get some testing done as "something isn't setting right" with him. We agreed.
Anyways, Isaac and I headed out early this morning. That sweet thing complied with every weird request for swallowing, positioning, x-raying, poking, prodding, etc. He sat in that big ol' room, looking nervous but curious, with equipment everywhere, unfamiliar hospital staff while momma had to watch from outside the room. He was perfect in every sense of the word.
I'll be honest, I got quite emotional seeing what a big boy he is. And, then, I wanted to beat him with a big stick when we got home and he proceeded to terrorize our house and his brothers in less than 5 minutes. The end.