Yeah… so, of all the special people in this household, guess which one of us came down with hives?

Yep.

Homer.

Apparently, introducing Troy into the environment was just too much too soon for the Homedog, and his skin couldn’t take the stress. We should have known, because starting the day we brought Troy home, Homer was awake for 48 hours straight. When we humans tried to sleep, Homer spent the entire time running back and forth from my side of the bed to the bassinet, getting constant status updates.

Actually, my theory is that Homer developed the hives because he was pissed off, and he knew there was nothing he could do about the new usurper. Plus, at one point I think I heard Troy say to Homer, “I fart in your general direction,” and, “Your mother was a hamster, and your father smelt of elderberries,” and, “Don’t come back, or I shall taunt you a second time,” but then again it could have been Little Superstar, who was standing outside the bedroom door dancing up a storm on our new Dance Dance Revolution machine.

Honestly, I don’t know.

Maybe Homer just has bad skin.