I assumed that was intentional.

It was absolutely intentional. t /also 12

Cindy - did you hear that the boys were told about the Hand of Ipecac?

Okay, that's just awesome. I'm behind on the boards. Did you read that at TWoP, sumi?

Of course, they didn't know what Ipecac was.

My word, I feel old, now.

I'm not sure I'd know if it weren't for Anne of Green Gables.

I know what ipecac is because pediatricians used to recommend you have it on hand with little kids, but what the hell is The Hand of ...? I'm confused.

The Hand of...is because Sam raises his hand to make the host throw up the demon.

Was the shout out to P-C? P-C, do you often throw your shoulder out? If so, ouch! I hope you have someone around like Sam to help you put it back in.

I thought it might have been to Beverly with the name of the psychiatric ward. I think the show loves Beverly too.

Ah! Okay, that's pretty funny.

Waking up to two under three with the empty baby aspirin bottle--and the stepstool *on the counter* they'd used to reach the top cabinet *I* couldn't reach without a stepstool--and a panic call to the ped's office, "I'll meet you at the ER. Stop at the drugstore and pick up some Ipecac and give them each a tablespoon". Minutes later, two toddlers screaming uncomforted in the back seat, thoroughly frightened by the uncontrolled whoopsing...I could explain Ipecac for Jared.

Good times, good times.

("They're fine. Take them home and have them run around in the yard." We get home, I open the car door, Mr. Two and three-quarters jumps out, dashes over to the decorative ring of brick around the base of the oak in the front yard and starts running rings around it. The aspirin has fried his brain! "Honey, what are you doing?"

"The doctor said to run *around* in the yard.")

There's a shout out to one of you, somewhere in there.

Honest to God, I thought of replying, "It's to me, isn't it!" AS A JOKE. Aw. Thanks. (I thought of me too.)

Was the shout out to P-C? P-C, do you often throw your shoulder out? If so, ouch! I hope you have someone around like Sam to help you put it back in.

I've dislocated my shoulder not once, not twice, but three times. The first time, I did have a Sam in the form of a doctor doing her morning jog. The other times involved more prolonged agony in the ER.

I'm happy and sad for you, P-C. Both mine dislocate at a certain angle in the arc of movement. I've never been able to pitch overhand, for example. One pops out, I white out, I pop it back in, we move on. I baby it for a few days, and try not ever to get either arm at the dislocate point without realizing it.

I can just imagine the magnitude of the pain involved dislocating a normal shoulder joint and having to have someone else put it back in for you. You have all my sympathy.

This amusing picturea of Misha was linked to over on TWOP. I have NO IDEA what this is from.

I think we can safely cross "insecure about his masculinity" off the list of potential flaws that might keep Misha from being a complete Mary-Sue...