Last week it was time for the kids physicals. We hadn't gone literally in three years for one, and with the growth spurts they are both going through I figured it might be a good idea this year to go make sure everything is working as it should. They are rarely sick (thank goodness) but it is always better to check in than check out ya know?
Anyway, I prepared them for what might happen (shots, they may take blood, etc...). I asked if we could do each child, one at a time, so I could be present (more for their consideration than mine), and the nurse assured me that would be fine. Well, as it turned out, I was in with Lauren and the nurse practitioner when our long-time pediatrician popped his head in and said, "I just wanted to say hello. I haven't seen you all in awhile. Niko is great and all taken care of. Hello Lauren!" I looked over and said, "He's done?" Yep! He will grow 3-4 inches this next year and I told him to eat like it! So feed him, mom!"
We finished up and went two doors down to his room. I found him sitting on the table there with his head down and holding his one finger. I said very concerned, "Hey, you okay? I'm sorry I wasn't here for the needle part. You okay?" With his head hung low, he shook his head from side to side. I rushed to his side and said, "No?" He instantly perked up and grinned, "Only kidding!" and then shrugged his shoulders and said, "It was fine. They gave me a chicken pox shot though and they took blood from my finger--that hurt the most." I looked down at the finger with the band aid on it and went to kiss it, when he said, "Oh yeh, and the doctor said to be sure and let you know that I am going through POVERTY!" I looked at him confused and he said really disappointed, "Does that mean I'm gonna be poor?" I cracked up! "No, I think the doctor meant PUBERTY." :>