Doctor

Amelie had her follow-up appointment yesterday. She looked fine, except her weight was a little lower than the Pediatrician wanted, so we have to go back again tomorrow. Of course, her Dr. is at St. John's which is a 45 minute drive away. Pbbbt.

The Dr. was very impressed with Jack, though. She walked in the room, and before we could say anything the following transpired...
Dr: Hello, I'm Dr. XXXX
Jack: Hi, I Jack Weber.
Dr: Hi, Jack Weber. How old are you?
Jack: I don't know!
Dr: Well, you may be the first child in here that ever gave that response.

Then a little later, the Dr. was asking us all the standard first-time here questions...
Dr.: Mr. and Mrs. Weber, are there any other children or relatives that live at your home?
Me: N...
Jack: Yes! We have a kitty. Her name Clara.
Dr: You do? And Mr. Weber, do...
Jack: I have two doggies, too!
Dr: Oh?
Jack: Yes, their names Homer and Frankie.
Dr: (To us) Is all this true?
Me: Yup.

There was the usual stool in the examination room. Apparently, they have a problem with children climbing on it as there was a sign informing parents to please keep children off the stool. Jack started to climb up on it, and told him he couldn't because the sign said we were not allowed. When the Dr. tried to sit on the stool, Jack ran over and said, "No! We not allowed! See sign?"
"It's okay, Jack." Kate said. "It's her stool."

There were several other exchanges like this, but I can't remember them all.

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Jack had a penny this morning, and was looking at the pictures on it.
Jack: Who this?
Kate: That's Abraham Lincoln.
Jack: No. That Daddy.
Kate: Daddy's on the penny?
Jack: Yes. See? (And he points to the beard on Honest Abe's chin.)
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Now if you will excuse me, Jack is sticking nursing pads up his shirt and I probably should discourage this behavior.