so over Dex!

This afternoon, we were playing at my mom's house. My oldest (non-D) son asked for a snack so I got out some granola bars and asked everyone if they wanted one. Bryce yelled, "I would LOVE one! I feel low! Want to see how low I am?" Then proceeded to jump all around and squeal. Well Dex said 107 with one arrow down so no worries and I sent him to off to wash his hands. Well when I tested him, he was 37.

37!!! WTF??

I frantically searched for the juice boxes I had stashed in my mom's pantry. That was when the low hit him and he went from the happy active kid to a slumped sobbing mess.

Damn it Dex!! Your job, your ONLY job, is to alert me to lows!! I even have you set to alarm at 90 so that I can catch the low before it happens. What were you doing today? Ugh, there is nothing I hate worse than a liar. My son's life is in your hands and you keep messing with me!!!