I had to take Cat to have some medical tests today. Prior to starting the test, the technician asked if there was a history of gall bladder disease in the family.

“No,” I responded, “In fact we are a pretty healthy bunch.”

“Sure we are Mom,” Cat interjected. “Unless you count the burn on my arm, and Tate needing surgery for the dog bite on her face, and Daddy’s broken foot, and Daddy’s skin cancer and your concussion and my painting your bathroom with vomit yesterday.”

“Okay Cat, thanks,” I said, a little embarrassed. “But most of that wasn’t too serious and Miss Jen (the technician) was asking about serious diseases in our family. We don’t have much of that.”

Completely without irony or sarcasm, Cat responded, “Not unless you count dead Grandma Alice. She died of cancer. But other than that, no, we are good.”