Like an anthropologist who practices participant observation I have come to discover that 8-year-old boys and 84-year-old women are similar in ways that bug the crap out of me: to find out more click the blue line:) Sometimes It Bites: The 6 Ways My Mother and Son Are Alike
a typical son
two of us are tall and the other one of us is short and has Down syndrome
a typical son 
Whilst we are on the subject of fragrant intestinal gases:
Sharif had Acute lymphoblastic leukemia when he was seven. You’d think it would put him off hospital for life, but the actor in him loved the drama of it all, the white coats, the closing of curtains around the beds, the porters and their theatre trolleys… It was around that time that he also began to love television series like ER and Holby City, its UK equivalent (minus Mr Clooney, sigh!) Although he’d become quite the medical expert, sometimes, especially if there was a child involved in a scene, he would ask for clarification. One evening as we sat cuddled up on the sofa watching Holby City, he raised his little face: “What happened, mummy?” he asked. “The little girl has heart problems” I replied. This seems to satisfy him. We resumed watching. But his second brain activated. He broke wind. He looked up, and with a cheeky glint in his eyes, he said “I’ve got fart problems”. Sent from my iPhone
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I love Sharif stories. What a sense of humor. You are able to write about the unthinkable– a child who is sick but also give place in the ordinary delight of little boys.