By last Friday, everyone in the house had seen the doctor that week besides Carter. He was feeling left out so he developed this fantastic rash all over his arms and legs. I consulted my nurse friend and she said that I had better take him in. We got a late appointment at our pediatrician’s office, but not with our regular doctor. And, as is pretty normal with last minute appointments, we had to wait a while to see the doctor. We got silly. We weighed our heads. We laughed. It was during this silliness that the doctor walked in.
The doctor was a little person. And not a little person in that his trunk was average sized and he had smaller arms and legs, he was just little ALL over. (This is probably not very politically correct. I really mean no offense. I just don’t know how to describe it) Had he stood behind Carter, you wouldnt’ be able to see him. I scooted closer to Carter where I could easily kick him if he said something dumb. Kids his age like to point out the obvious. I’m sure the guy get’s it all of the time. Carter kept looking at him like he really wanted to say something. I waited. Prepared. But he didn’t. The doctor was fantastic (in fact, we’re switching TO him from our other doctor because I liked him so much). Carter had an allergic type rash on his arms and poison ivy on his legs. No big deal. Sent us on our way.
In the car ride home I told Carter that I was proud of him for not commenting on the guy’s size. I said, “I could really tell that you wanted to say something to him…but I’m proud of you for not.” And Carter says,
Lexi Mag 
people with soft hands freak me out.
I'm with Jim on this…
awwww – soft hands! So cute!Cold hands, warm heart- warm hands, cold heart. But what about soft hands? Hard heart?
Oh ya gotta love Carter!!He should have told him.:-)That photo was a hoot – how much did his head weight? 🙂
Too funny! I hope everyone is back to themselves now!
LOVE! You've taught him well – be proud. 🙂 No amount of kicking would help my 8 year old in that situation….I would have had to tape his mouth shut; he can't help but ask a million questions. Thankfully, he does it nicely despite not being PC. 😉 I hope everyone is feeling better soon!
Awesome! And I agree with Jim too, especially in regards to men.
Really soft hands—-whew!!!! I'd be afraid of what mine would say. Very afraid.
Hahaha! Carter. That's awesome.
What a sweet boy! I love your slide show. I watched it all!
wait. . . there's a SLIDE SHOW??
Ohhh! THERE'S the slide show. Has that always been there??
YOU freak me out!
Becca, your words only make him more powerful…
Soft hands, ice in veins?
Nope. I just figured out how to split my header and add a gadget. Because I'm a badass.
Don't lie, Gail, you like the ones of my feet the best, huh?
I don't accept this comment. Not enough schmoozing, M.
That is so sweet! LOL!
That's too sweet! And I love the idea of an illness brought on by cootie jealousy!
Hahahaha. Talk about being the bigger person. (-:
Why do they always walk in when you or your kids are doing something embarrassing? They never walk in when I'm sitting on the floor reading to my kids and looking all Perfect Mom.I love that–soft hands! So funny! But I have to admit–soft hands kind of give me the creeps too….
Ha! Soft hands! Yeah, they kind of freak me out too, I have to admit.Why is it that the doctor always walks in when your kids are doing something embarrassing, like jumping off their swivel chair and nearly braining themselves on the exam table? They never walk in during the 3.5 minutes when the kids sit still long enough for me to read to them. Never then.
I love this post. So funny.
Absolutely!!