Out of the Mouths of Babes

Our visit to the pediatrician’s office today was complicated when our regular physician was unavailable to examine The Teenager, forcing us to see the on-call PA instead.

It wouldn’t have been any big deal except, the PA was young. And Male. And sorta hot.

And, he asked The Teenager questions like “How are you peeing?” and “When was the last time you pooped?”and, had she been struck dead by lightning at the moment, I don’t think she would have minded in the least.

As it was, she blushed fifteen shades of crimson, closed her eyes tightly and answered the questions being sure to add "Um, you know I'm here about my throat, right?".

As we left the clinic she breathed a huge sigh and said “Well, that was awkward.”

Truer words have never been spoken.