Guess who has a boil?
Nope, not CootieGirl.
Nope, not me.
CootieBoy wins the prize this time.
Fortunately, he’s a lot better about squeezing than his sister is. He protests by squirming a lot, but even when I am working on the boil to get it drained, the most he does is holler a bit. When I’m done he stands up, turns to look at me sternly and says, “You. Hurt. Me.” Then we hug it out.