So last night, as I was putting the girls to sleep, they asked for a bedtime story.
"Something about a Princess!", Ava gushed. After all, it's princess everything, these days.
So I told them the story of the princess who lived on a mountain, who ate too much candy and developed diabetes, and how Prince Metformin came to her rescue, and along with diet and exercise, lowered her blood sugars from 200 to 100 mg/dL and saved her from the clutches of neuropathy, retinopathy and nephropathy, and they lived happily ever after.
Something tells me someday they're going to take away my Daddy License. I'm gonna need to work on my bedtime stories 😜.