Boy Child has been infested with ticks lately.
Well, infested is a strong word. I've pulled off three. And all because we walk in the park a lot and don't stay on the trails. And all of them have been pulled off within moments of them attaching themselves to him. But to hear him tell it? He needs to be in the hospital.
Anyhoo, yesterday after our walk I was checking him for ticks and he said, with a deep sigh,
"I just don't understand why ticks like me so much. They all want to suck my blood."
Girl Child said, "Probably that first tick that bit you? Told all of his friends to come bite you because you taste good."
Boy Child rolled his eyes. "All ticks don't know each other, Girl Child. They aren't like Canadians."