Oh, the joy of a well-child appointment (as opposed to a sick child appointment)
Went yesterday to have the lad measured, weighed, tapped and prodded. As we were sitting in the waiting room, the nurse came in and instructed L to remove his clothes down to his undies.
L: “Well, this is going to be embarrassing. What if the doctor comes in and sees me nearly naked and has to turn away and gather herself? What if she’s not expecting this? This feels very awkward to me. I think the nurse might have confused us with another patient.”
M: “L, your doctor is a pediatrician. She expects to see you in your undies. She would be surprised if you weren’t nearly buck naked.”
L: “Okaaaay. But if we have this wrong….”
Doc comes in and is amazed at how tall L has become. She is the single greatest pediatrician in the world. She knows that L comprehends everything and speaks to him as she would speak to me.
Doc: “L, what’s your favorite subject in school?”
L: “Math. Definitely math.”
D: “Why math?”
L: “Because I have systems and strategies and math makes complete sense. For instance, if you’re adding two three digit numbers, you already know that…”
D: “Yes, you definitely understand math. That’s great. I wish more people loved math.”
L then tells her about his day, his week, his life, his dog, his friends. At the end of the appointment, he says, “well, did I do okay? Am I healthy?”
D: “Yes, you’re very, very healthy. You’re amazing.”