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Some families just don't get it. They live in the extremes. Little William rode home to a double barrel lecture about penises and sperm, vaginas and eggs, copulation, babies growing inside mothers and way too much scary detail on the birth process. He just screamed out, "Shut up!" They did, for a bit, but then dad asked, "William, do you want to hear about the new legs Doctor Macaluso is going to build you?" "No!" Just as well. The HMO didn't either. When the new baby came, PatriotAlliance Unity Health saw to it that she was home within 18 hours. The parents had already settled on naming her Diana, but Mr. Feder couldn't help asking, "Billy, what should we name your new sister?" letting him stroke the baby's cheeks." "Buttercup." "Buttercup?! That's a silly name. How would YOU like to be named Buttercup?" Little William folded his eyebrows with his enthusiasm now blunted, "But I'm not yellow," he crawled off sulking. Mr. Feder startled. It took three days to get the test approved. The bilirubin level was 39 according to the report which was mailed back two days later from the approved laboratory which was 150 miles away. PatriotAlliance Health refused the physical therapy which this baby eventually needed as unproven. There was a very unpleasant scene in Doctor Macaluso's office on this last occasion. "Just SUE THEM!" Macaluso was red faced and gripping his fists, "We are not supposed to be seeing kernicterus in this day and age! Bilirubins by pony fucking express? Jesus! Sue them!! make them pay! There will be others!"