Big Brother had his five-year old physical yesterday (broke my heart not to call it a “well-baby check-up” anymore). 45 lbs, 45 inches tall. Peed in a cup for the very first time. Eye check, hearing check. Four shots plus a lance to the finger in a hemoglobin check. Poor baby. Took it like a champ. Tried to be tough because his little brother was watching and he’d been promised a lollipop from the dry cleaner when we finished up.
Doctor asked him all the important safety questions. Do you wear a bike helmut? Always? What do you do if a stranger offers to take you home? Gives you candy? What’s your address? Phone number?
Then, these nuggets. Nuggets worth saving for my own memory.
Doctor: Do you brush your teeth?
W: Yes.
Doctor: How many times a day?
W: Well…..(looks around a little nervously). Two.
Doctor: Ok…
W: (Nervously) But, sometimes, I sneak and trick my Mom and…well….
Doctor: It’s ok.
W: Sometimes I do it three times.
Doctor: Do you go to pre-school?
W: Yes.
Doctor: How many days a week do you go to pre-school?
W: Well, I go every day except for the last day before the weekend.
Me: (Interjecting. Couldn’t help myself) So, if there are five days in the week, and you go-“
W: No, Mom! There are seven days in the week!”
Yip. That’s my boy.
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