Tuesday, December 16, 2008

The Exam

As is a custom of the season, I spent the afternoon with my snot-nosed child at the pediatrician's office. Vitamin E was a little grumpy and apprehensive about the impending exam, so I was doing my best to reassure him that there would be no egregiously invasive procedures, long hospitalizations, or shots involved.

I walked him through what was going to happen. "Do you remember what a stethoscope is? Well the doctor will put it here to listen to your heart. Then he'll put the stethoscope on your back so he can listen to your breathing."

I pretended to examine his ears. I put my eyeball up to his nostril and peered up. He giggled uncontrollably.

To reciprocate, he tilted my head up and squinted into my nose.

His assessment:

"Mommy, your nose needs a haircut."

5 comments:

flutter said...

*snort*

Matt Bell said...

You're back in cyber space! Yeehaa (said politely and in a controlled fashion, in an english accent).

Ms. E said...

Leave it to our darling little ones to point out some of the exciting side effects of age. (It does seem like nose hairs get longer the older we get). Before child birth I was blessed with clear, smooth, hot cocoa colored skin...now I have battling the ravages of adult on-set acne and it's partner, hyperpigmentation. As I spend a queens ransom on creams, serums, potions, elixirs...you get the idea, my oldest daughter (at the time 4 yrs. old) Asked me, "Mommy, what's all that stuff you are putting on your face?" Assuming she didn't really understand about pimples and blemishes, I replied, "It's to make mommy look pretty." My daughter looked intently at my face and said, "It's not working."

bzybead said...

glad to have your stories again . . .

Oh, The Joys said...

What? Are you growing it out or something?