OAS or Angiodema (look those babies up)
The baby that lives at my house is allergic to bananas.
I really don’t want him to be, but I have to give them up and not give them to him anymore. He gets a really bad rash around his mouth. But he loves them. So once in a while I give them to him hoping that the allergy has gone away.
Being the brilliant mother that I am, I thought that I would try two bananas. Can we spell smart? S-M-R-T. I gave them to him when Oprah was on and he was fine up until we started getting him ready for bed and he started to turn pink. I went to the Relief Society thing and then came home and around midnight he woke up crying hard. So jj went to get him a bottle, and I was holding him in bed. In the dark I noticed that his face was bumpy.
Oh, my heck I thought. I could kill this child, out of sheer stupidity. Not because I want to, or have been thinking about it. I haven’t. But out of naivete, and inexperience. So we will not be giving the child anymore bananas, unless they are cooked. Like in banana bread (that is what we call a run-on). We will see how that goes, in a while, in a long while. The kid has been swollen for a day and has really dry face that are leading to dry little scabs. Like when your hands don’t get enough moisture and crack and burn.
I am sorry kid. I will do better.