I went down to the boys' room the day after Jude got sick to check on him. "Hey buddy, how're you feeling?"
"Fine," Jude told me.
"Is your throat sore?"
Jude is our tough guy, so I knew he would never admit to feeling ill.
"Are you sure?" I asked, trying to get him to admit it.
"It did hurt, but Jet punched me in the neck and now it doesn't hurt anymore," he smiled.
"What?!" I turned my attention to Jet sitting on the couch playing video games. He looked up at me and smiled. "Did you punch Jude in the neck?"
He proudly nodded, "Jude told me he had a sore throat, so I punched him in the neck."
I looked at Jude, "Did you ask him to punch you?" I wasn't sure if I wanted the answer.
"Yeah. When you have a sore throat, if someone punches you in the neck it goes away," he explained. He and Jet both looked at me as if to say 'Duh Mom, everyone knows that.'
"Uh, do you boys do this often?"
Jet answered, "Only if we have a sore throat."
Shocked at my boys' medical discovery, I decided I had heard enough. As I walked back upstairs I mentioned, "Wouldn't a cough drop be easier?" Of course, I'm not a 7 year old doctor. Who knew my basement was full of Doogie Howsers?
Lesson 162: a punch in the neck being your go to cure for a sore throat = white trash