He Just told the Pediatrician WHAT?!

Note to self: When your child will not speak to the pediatrician, be happy. Who cares?  Let it be. REALLY.






Cameron, Faith, and Mallory refuse to speak to the pediatrician....specifically Cameron. He will often not respond to the doctor in ANY way. Not a nod. Not a blink. Not an open mouth to check the teeth. Nothing. Just a blank stare. This leaves mommy frustrated. I have said, "You need to be nice to the doctor. She is nice to you. She wants to keep you well. She is going to think that you CAN'T talk!!!"  Why, oh WHY did I really care? I was taught such a valuable lesson today.






Faith and Cam had their well visit today. So, I started in with the pep talks early. "Kids, you really need to talk to the doctor. It's very important."  Well, little did I know that Cameron would give us ALL an ear FULL very soon. It started with the kids doing an excellent job with the eye chart. They covered one eye on cue and actually SPOKE, telling the nurse the names of the objects. YES!!!  Then, I learned that they had to urinate in a cup....I mean, that's hard enough for any ADULT. Great...this should be quite the adventure. Once we accomplished that task with considerable ease, I thought, "Well, we've got this. This is going well." Cameron even began to loosen up after the doctor came in....after he gave her a few blank stares. He even plopped down in my lap and gave her a little smile. I didn't know that it was the smile of a little devil.




I was so boastful when the doctor asked, "So do they have good imaginations?" I went on and on about their great imaginations and about how they have imaginary friends....BIG. MISTAKE.  This is how it went:




Me: Cam, tell Dr. A about your imaginary friend.
Cam: Wyatt, Cooper, and Mason
Me: No, honey. Those are your school friends. What about Charles?
Cam: Charles has a girlfriend. (I am getting nervous because I know where this is going.)
Dr. A: Wow. Charles has a girlfriend?
Cam: Yeah. Charles shot her (I'M DYING...I wanted to pinch him, but I honestly didn't know what to do).
Dr A: He shot her?
Cam: Yeah. She turned into a bear, and he shot her.
Me: Yes. We've been watching the Disney movie Brave (this is a scenario in that movie).
Dr. A: Nods and smiles.




He then went on to tell me that he "pooted" on me (in front of her...and BOY DID HE!).  He then got down from my lap and continued to "poot," and randomly said words that were as equally as embarrassing. Sweet Dr. A laughed it off and commented, "That's how boys are."  She told Cam, "Cameron, I have two boys at home, so no word that you say will surprise me." His response???...this beats it all...."What about HINEY?!"  He got up, turned around, and said, "This is my hiney dance."


I was mortified...and I think that the look on my face said it all.  The pediatrician was awesome and was thrilled that he even talked to her. So, I guess that was a positive way at looking at it.  I left the appointment not knowing their height or weight...I forgot to ask. Since it wasn't mentioned, I imagine that it wasn't a concern.  The poor babies left after four shots, and, although, Cameron's behavior wasn't treat worthy, his bravery for the shots (he didn't cry at all) was deserving of an ice cream afterwards. :)