back in early august when were at the home ranch with all the other genetically related individuals in my life,
my kids got a sore throat.
now some reading this right now my assume it was MY kids that started this little sickly trend,
but may i remind what assuming does?
well you know what i mean.
i took two of the kids to the dr.’s today because they said their throats were hurting again.
maybe it is something.
while in the the office chicka and keats were weighted (keat’s has finally broke into the 100’s) and checked to see how hot they are.
they answered the nurse’s questions and we were well on our way to a diagnosis.
“i am going to go get the strep tests to swap the throats and get it started” said the very helpful male nurse.
and out the door he went.
“okay guys, you do know that with a strep test you cannot talk for 10 minutes after he takes it right?” i asked.
“are you serious?!”
“this is the worst test ever!?” (two guesses who said that line)
“i know, i hated getting my throat tested for strep because i could not talk either, don’t worry i will set the timer on my watch to make sure you don’t have to go any longer than 10 minutes.”
i like to be helpful to my young ones.
the male nurse came back, swaped the throats and dutifully my children stopped talking.
until the dr. came in.
“so how long have you been feeling unwell?” he asked keats.
keats, stared at me without speaking, so the doctor turned toward me and asked the same question.
“oh, a few days”
like i said, i like to be helpful to my young ones and felt i should answer for them.
“how about you?” the doctor turned towards chicka.
she also just stared at me.
so the doctor asked me the same question.
“about the same” i helpfully answered.
by this time, the doctor thought something odd was going on so he asked keats another question.
keats again stared at me, no talking by either of them.
i gave in…
“okay, i MAY have been joking you about not talking for 10 minutes after the test.” i confessed.
shock, horror, and disbelief crossed both their faces.
“you are evil!!” keats exclaimed.
“what?” the doctor ask
“my mom said we could not talk for 10 minutes after the test!!!” chicka tattled
“i take it you talk a lot?” the doctor asked.
ah, i love a good visit to the doctor’s office.