The Last Straw

I think a sense of humor is something people are born with. From day one, you either have it or you don't. Let's take for example my son. Since the day he was born he's been poked, prodded, pricked, burped, had tubes ran down his nose, blood drawn on what seemed like an hourly basis and on and on. For the most part he's been a heck of a trooper and put up with it with relatively little reaction.

Until the other day...at the doctor's office. He decided he had taken enough and it was time to exact his revenge - by peeing all over the doctor, Anne, the doctor's wall and the bed he was laying on. A fella' can only take so much, I guess.