I was just in the doctor's office with Son the Younger, who had bronchitis. Today, I got to go back to the doc with Son the Elder.
Now, understand how amusing it is to go to the doctor with this child. "Finding Nemo" is playing in the waiting room. The oldest patient other than Bradley is about four. Bradley, on the other hand, towers over me (not difficult, since I'm 5'2"). They call his name, and he answers in an adult male voice. The nurse looks up at him when he walks back. She has to weigh him, and he weighs more than she does (he's slim, but she's tiny).
Not to mention his diagnosis: they don't get many cases of shingles in a pediatrician's office.
And D'OH! -- bad mom! -- I just remembered I forgot to drop off his antiviral prescription. All hail the blog for memory jogging!
Turns out they don't quarantine you for such things anymore, since there's now a vaccine for it, and since all the sores are covered by his clothing. Who knew?
And now, if you'll excuse me, I must be off to the 24-hour Walgreen's...