A little while ago, Hawkman witnessed something that still disturbs him and his wife. And no, it was not The Tiny Trotters, although it could have been.
What Hawkman saw was me and the wife ripping a tooth out of the mouth of one of our young children. Now this tooth was barely hanging on by a thread, and she was complaining of constant pain, and it was bleeding. But those facts did not ease the pain felt by the Hawkman’s as they watched my child scream and thrash around while we pinned her down to get the dreaded tooth. I think their next comment was “Pack the bags. We are out.” So they would have been in utter horror had they seen the incident we like to call ‘Medicine’. One of our demons got their tonsils out and that causes pain. Well the only way to remove that pain is through medicine. So we were forced to administer this medicine. One such administration resulted in thrashing, biting, spitting, drooling, crying and screaming. I think this is one for the ages. I vowed never to partake in the medicine ritual again. Let her throat ache like the Dickens. I am out. Of course, I get the usual pep talk from my mom. ‘You were just like that when you were a kid’. Right.
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