Bryce: "you are not low...you don't have diabetes!"
Drew: "yes I do"
Bryce: "if you had diabetes, you would need to have shots and finger pokes."
Drew: "but I'm low!"
Bryce: "you don't get low, I do. and glucose tabs are like my medicine....you can't have them"
Drew: "but Daddy gave me a goocose tab befo"
Bryce: "well, would you like to get pokes and stuff?"
Drew sticks out his bottom lip and runs to that other side of the locker room and sits down pouting.
When I asked him what was wrong, he looked at me with his big puppy dog eyes wet with tears and said, "Bryce said I can't have diabetes"
Funny how little brothers want to be just like their big brothers...no matter what.