Today was Solomon's five year check-up at the doctor. I failed to mention to him that it was going to result in some shots. I know there is a debate out there about whether or not to do shots and whether or not you should prepare your kids for said shots should you choose to partake in them.
This post isn't anything about that. This post is about the most hilarious story in the history of ever. So, prepare yourself...
Nearing the end of the regular appointment, no one had used the "S.H.O.T.S." word, and the doctor was headed out the door and said, "Great to see you today. Just wait here and a nurse will bring in the...well, you know."
Solomon's eyes got huge and turned to me when the doctor left. He said, "What? Who is going to bring what? What are they bringing in here, Mommy? Mommy? Mommy?"
Me: "Well, Solomon, a nurse is going to bring some medicine so that you can stay healthy."
Solomon: "Oh, OK, Great!"
Nailed it.
Except that in walked the nurse carrying an empty cup. She said, "Actually, we are going to need a urine sample before going on."
I laughed, as this was going to be the S man's first pee-in-a-cup experience. I hope anyway. I know he hasn't done it for medical reasons, but he is a boy, so he may have peed in a cup before at some point that I thankfully do not know about...
Anyway.
I said, "Come on, Solomon," grabbed the cup, held his hand, and headed toward the bathroom. When I closed the door he looked at me and said, "What are we going to do with that cup?"
I said, "Well, you have to pee in it."
INSERT SUDDEN LOOK OF HORROR AND SHOCK.
Solomon: "What? I have to what?"
Me: "You have to pee in it."
He turned white as a ghost and looked up at me with wide eyes and said, "Mama, is THAT going to be my medicine?"
When I tried to tell this story to the nurse, I couldn't make it through that line. When I tried to tell this to my mom on the phone on the way home, I couldn't make it through that line. When I got home and told my husband, I still couldn't make it through that line. And now typing, I couldn't make it through that line.
"Mama, is THAT going to be my medicine?"
Poor guy.
I had told him the next lady was coming to bring him his medicine, and the next lady brought him that cup. So, obviously, guys, whatever was going in that cup was clearly his medicine.
The lucky part about the whole thing is that after that, he barely made a peep about his ACTUAL shots.
I mean, things could have clearly been worse than THAT medicine.
