Bad Form

I just finished filling in the thirteen-pages of forms required to transfer Number Three Son to a new day care. Here are some statistics on the number of times the forms required particular information

• His name: Seven
• His date of birth: Four
• His current age: Two
• His doctor's name: Three
  
• My address: Seven
• My phone number: Ten
  
• My signature: Eighteen

Things I have now lost as a result:

• Use of my writing hand
• Memory of my social security number
  
• Last trace of sympathy for de-normalisation for performance

And my will to live is fading fast ... there must be a beer around here somewhere ...