I don't mind them too much. The waiting room toys give me a little fear. I get a little germ-a-phobic at pediatrician offices... and Walmart. I know the nurses probably run around with Lysol a few times a day. But, I have never seen it done. And you know what they say about the tree that falls if no one sees it... Or are the dishes really done by the husband if there is no witnesses?
Some waiting rooms separate the sick kids from the well kids. This effort is greatly appreciated by me. But kids can be super sneaky and they don't often cover those little mouths. Does any one know how fast and far germs fly during a sneeze or cough? Not to mention that the fish tank seems to be in neutral territory. The hundreds of hand prints on the glass creep me out a little. But how do you keep your own kid from doing the same thing?
Once we got out of the waiting room, things went smoothly once I got Nephi to part with his Spiderman shoes so they could weigh him. It crazy to me that my kids are almost the same size even though they are 20 months apart. No wonder everyone thinks they are twins!
The doctor asked Sam if he was a boy or a girl. He was pretty sure that he was a girl -- which frustrated the doctor to no end. I told him that he was asking him wrong. You can to put the answer on the end of the question: "Are you a girl or a boy?" He will always repeat the last word as his answer. This can pretty fun at times and let me be the first to admit that we abuse this little game at times.
"Sammy, who do you want to change your poop? Mommy or DADDY?"
"Sammy, who is your favorite parent? Daddy or MOMMY?"
"Sammy, who should wash the dishes? Mommy or DADDY?"
Then it gets old with me and Ben... but strangers or people who don't know the trick get fooled all the time. I can't tell you how many times I have gotten my friends to change his diaper, because "he wanted THEM to do it." *Evil Laugh* And my mom ALWAYS falls for it...
"Sammy, who do you want to brush your teeth? Mommy or GRANDMA?"
"Sammy, do you want to go with mommy or GRANDMA?"
Anyway, I told the doctor he just needed to know the trick. He thought this was only a little funny and told me I needed to work with him on understanding the relationships between objects and people, and help him to understand questions. (Like I don't do that anyway?) So I guess I need to grow up a little... bummer.
The boys were ready to go home after the doctor left, but I told them we needed to wait for their "medicine" aka shots. Sam was due for his kindergarten shot, and I wanted both boys to get flu shots... I got mine last week, and Ben gets his at his Army drill this weekend. That left the chillins.
Sam wanted to go first because he thought he would get it in a little cup. So you can imagine the HORROR when he had to lay down with his pants down to his knees. There was lots of screaming. And probably Sammy cuss words that no one understands anyway. Nephi was screaming too... with sympathy and tried to escape out the room. I felt a little evil because I found the whole situation funny... I had to try really hard to look sympathetic and not laugh. It was hard!
Nephi fought the whole way. He did NOT want that shot.
And he retaliated by playing "cripple" afterwards. He was limping and dragging his leg. His face was twisted in pain and he milked it for all it was worth.
"Oh, look at the little guy! He can barely walk!" One of the nurses said as we came out.
"Flu shot." I said. Faces of sympathy turned into smiles, and giggles were suppressed. And I almost felt bad for the little guy until we got back into the waiting room and he saw the fish tank. Pain forgotten he ran to the fish like nothing was wrong... ahhh... the truth comes out. So he got no sympathy from me as he remembered as we left and limped to the car.
And he was the one with only one shot.
Sam was Mr. Cool after his 2 shots. Good for him.