Ok, so this hasn't been my most stellar month, it has almost been as bad as this day. After Ben's latest mishap I decided to be more proactive in my children's injuries. So, I promptly made an appointment for Nate to have a planters wart the size of a quarter be removed from his foot. I know it's gross to be talking about a wart, but if I said "growth" then some of you would panic. Anyway, on the way to the Dr's this was our conversation.
Nate: So, how is he going to take it off?
Me: hmmm they burn it
Nate: THEY BURN IT! Are you kidding?.
Me: No, but it will be fine, I will be right there with you the whole time.
Nate: hmmmm ok.
So as we waited in the office, I realized they were running kind of late and I needed to pick up Ben. I went to the receptionist and asked how long she thought it would be. The nurse assured me that I had plenty of time before he went under the knife so I ran to get Ben.
In my car rushing back to the Dr's
Ring ring Ring
Nate: Hi, hmm can you come pick me up?
Me: What! are you done?
Nate: hmm yea,
I hung my head in shame again.