I had to take Girl to the clinic today. She's had a fever, sore throat and bad headache for 2 days. My usual remedy of Tylenol and prayer has not cured her, so I bit the bullet and took her to the doctor's office. I hate going to the doctor's office. Not because I hate the doctor....because I'm a germ-o-phobe and I picture everything there crawling with other people's sicknesses. Then I picture those sicknesses jumping on the already fevered body of my baby....I only go when I am certain that Tylenol (or Advil, I'm flexible that way) and prayer are clearly not going to work.
So while we were waiting for the swab results to come back. Girl asked me two questions. I thought I'd share.
Girl: Mom, how come they have condiments at the doctor's office?
Girl: Condiments. Why is there a jar of condiments.
Me: I don't know what in the world you are talking about.
Girl: That jar right there. It says C-O-N-D-O-M. So, can I have some condo-mints?
Me: No. (there is a name in psychology for the ability of the mind to fill in missing letters or lines and believe that they are there -- I don't recall the term, but I saw it in action today)
Girl: Mom, why do they use Popsicle sticks here?
Me: Those aren't Popsicle sticks, those are tongue depressors.
(Pause -- girl is thinking....)
Girl: Why do they want to make your tongue sad?
She might be burning up, but she's still thinkin'...