I scheduled both girls for physicals last Friday afternoon. It seems like I never get around to well visits because well, they’re either well for long stretches at a time and who the heck wants to sully that up with potential germ fest in the waiting room (yes our doctor’s office has the well/sick separate waiting areas, but still) or they’re sick. It’s never a good time to book well visits as kids get older. I remember their baby well visits being almost like mini holidays and me calling the grandparents from the car immediately afterwards and rattling off percentile stats. But now that the girls are 4 and 7 and everyone’s pooping in the potty and eating solid foods and color coordinating outfits and asking me to get their ears pierced, the well visits just kind of get in the way.
We waited for a while and then were ushered to the back by the friendly nurse and the girls giggled nonstop when they put on oversized solid color t-shirts as examining gowns and pretended to be ghosts.
What really killed me was when our pediatrician, God bless him, was asking the girls a litany of questions. When he stopped to ask Miss A, who was sprawled out on the examining table,what kinds of food she liked to eat she piped up without hesitation and with much enthusiasm, “Carrots!”
To which I thought, WTH? This is my cheese dog lovin’ girl. She’ll eat carrots, excuse me a carrot, don’t get me wrong, but her response cracked me up.
Fast forward to Miss C and our pediatrician asks her the same thing, “What do you like to eat?” She responds, again without hesitation and with much enthusiasm, “Lettuce…and celery!”
I started laughing and he turned around to look at me and said, “Sounds like a couple of girls are telling me what they think I want to hear. Either that or you’re raising a couple of rabbits.”