I as a graduate of Temple University Medical School, I get all of the alumni e-mails. Temple University (originally Temple Baptist) was the first college in the country to offer night courses as a way to educate the working class and so the mascot is very appropriately an owl. I just learned that the Owl's name is Hooter.
Many of you parents are probably familiar with Flat Stanley, a boy who was smooshed flat and gets mailed around the world.
Well, apparently Temple is doing a little take-off on this called the "Flat Hooter Competition." I kid you not! And my e-mail was dated April 9th, NOT April 1. Trust me I checked.
If anybody could win a "flat hooter" contest, it would definitely be me!
No, it wasn't costume day at school. Liam split open the top of his lip falling from the couch to the coffee table. Mac immediately started to panic saying we needed to take him to see a doctor. Ummm, HELLO! There's a frickin' doctor IN THE HOUSE! Oh, sure, I haven't always been the best resource, but any idiot can treat a cut!
After convincing Mac that my boy would only be getting stitches for this micro-cut with a court order, I taped up Liam's lip nicely. This made Liam start howling all over again because he "hates tape" and he "really needed a Scooby-Do band aid." Fine, but what does it take to get a little respect around here, huh? So against medical advice, our little runt went to school like this on Monday: All of the pre-K chicks swoon for a toddler with a mustache!