Yesterday, I took the Man-Cub to the doctor's office for his last sports physical. I could have let him go on his own, he's almost eighteen after all (Throw up, in my mouth, you know the drill), but, I started this with him and I wanted to finish it.
You'll be happy to know that I refrained from accompanying him into the actual exam room. As he followed the nurse back, I cheerfully made my annual joke about his hernia check to which he made his annual eye roll, and, that was that.
Why is there no place in the baby book for Baby's Last Sports Physical?
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