So, we pull up to the doctor's office and I see that there are only 4 or 5 other people there. This is exciting because it means that I won't be there for more than 2 or 3 hours (yay). We get in, give the required information and set down to the business of waiting. While we're in the waiting room, I'm hit with a barrage of questions, questions that are likely personal and that we typically keep to ourselves. Adam, however, has no etiquette filter.
what's on that kid's face?
why's that man sleeping?
why does that boy have a pony tail? Pony tails are only for girls.
that girl's not covering her cough. Can you tell her to do the elephant?
Why does that man smell like that?
What's wrong with that man?
That girl has chicken pox, I had chicken pox, did I give her the chicken pox?
After much embarrassment, the nurse finally calls us into the treatment room where we were forced to wait some more. This time, the questions were about the room.
Is that a light switch?
Can we turn it off and then on again?
Is that a door handle?
What's that? (hand sanitizer)
What's that? (tongue depressors)
That's for my ear, right mommy?
Will the doctor be able to find my throat?
Can I lay down?
Can we lock the door?
When is the doctor coming?
What's that? (the case of swabs)
What are these? (the stir-ups)
When I grow up and become a lady, I want to use those to get my baby out, okay mom?
Ugh...how long until the doctor comes?
I don't like my wife.
yeah -- you read that last one right. He actually said to me, "I don't like my wife." Good God, I do not know where that came from, but it was so funny that I laughed until I cried.