LBZ has a rash on his body from what I figured was something he got into while on our hike Sunday (it is). His teachers felt strongly that it was chicken pox (it's not) and insisted we see a doctor. While in the office waiting, LBZ had the following conversation with N on the room phone:
"Hi daddy! What time will you be home? Well, I'm at the doctor right now. You know those mosquito bites on my body? Well, they're not mosquito bites actually. They're chicken tenders."