At baseball last Saturday, Thomas' pump escaped from his waistband while he was running home. Not to be deterred in his (automatic - this is junior baseball, after all) score of a run, he grabbed the pump by the tubing and continued on.
As he returned to the bench, Tom witnessed the following conversation (and yes, this whole post is hearsay, but still, a mom's gotta brag every now and then):
Teammate: "What is that?"
Thomas: "My pump."
Teammate: "Well, why do you have it?"
Thomas: "Because I have diabetes."
Teammate: "Well why do you have that?"
Thomas (insert pithy tone and eye-roll here): "Because I have diabetes...my pancreas doesn't work."