EF You Forrest Gump

We had Physical Therapy today.  Just like we do…every Monday…at 1:00…because I have nothing better to do on summer vacation.  Alex actually likes it,  they have a ball pit.  When you are 2 can you ask for anything more?  But today was one of those days that just piss me off because, honestly, if you have an inkling months ago wouldn’t it be better to tell me then as opposed to today when I’m already hot from the 150 degree weather and the poopy 7 year old who bitched the entire time he had to hang out at therapy with his brother? (wow…run on sentence)  But the answer is obviously NO because then I wouldn’t have been surprised (and pissed) over the revelation that Alex needs braces.  Not the Marsha Brady can’t go to the dance kind of braces…nothing tasting like metal for my little man…the EVIL, PLASTIC, VELCRO,BOOT, FOREST EFFING GUMP LOOKING BRACES.  Because putting a helmet on his head 2 summers ago wasn’t bad (mean) enough…noooooooooo, now were going to make him have blistery, stinky feet.  Why? Well….to be honest when he walks/stands he looks like Bambi on ice.  His little ankles roll in and he never used the outside edge of his feet.  I don’t even think he knows that he has an outside edge to his feet. So once again it is “Lab Rat” time and we must get MORE equipment.  I know that this will help….I”m gonna strap his feet in the little braces every day (b/c ya know Mr. 25 ain’t going to do it) but it doesn’t mean I have to like it…….so the next time you want to make fun of some ding dong running like a dork just think of Alex and know that if you EVER make fun of HIM I will make you smell one of those sweaty, stinky, slimy little braces that he will wear all summer long.