Cleanup on Aisle Five!

When I got the kids out of bed this morning and was changing diapers, I was alarmed to find that Henry's boy parts were red and puffy. Heather called the doctor and got Henry the first available appointment.

Henry and I went to the doctor and it turns out it was just a yeast infection. I was afraid it was a flesh eating bacteria, which in this case would be a penis eating bacteria. Which would be a bit of a downer.

We got a prescription for some yeast cream and headed for the Walgreen's. I wanted to get Henry's cream as soon as possible, so we waited for the pharmacist to put the label on the box of cream. These things take time.

First we walked all of the aisles. Then we watched a redneck yell at his wife. And then we started getting bored.

Henry spotted a box of clearance mop handles, sans sponge heads, and took to mopping the store.


He mopped.




And mopped.




And mopped.


Watched the angry redneck some more.


. . . continued mopping.







And then they called us back to get the ointment, with the label meticulously affixed to the box.


If anyone in that store thought I would not let my son fake-mop all the floors in the Walgreen's while I followed him around taking pictures with my Blackberry, they were mistaken.