Setting: Aiden, recently absconded from preschool, in the car with Daddy, on their way to meet Emerson and myself at the baby doc's office. We were trading off: Jamin takes the kids for an additional twenty while I get to speak to my OBGYN surrounded by a rare peace and serenity of quiet.
Side note: has anyone ever tried to "donate their samples" with their giant belly, into an oh-so-small cup whilst balancing a one year old, in a germ infested bathroom trying ever so carefully not to let her touch ANYTHING until her daddy arrives? Yeah. Kinda tricky. I'll say it again, they need FUNNELS. And seats you can strap your child into which fold out from the wall. Thanks, Dr. Mcdreamy, uh I mean Dupre.
Onto my point:
Convo: Aiden: Where is mommy? (I usually pick him up)
Jamin: We are going to the doctor's office to see Mommy and get Emmy. It's the new baby's doctor.
Aiden: (remember, he thinks he is also miraculously with child) The baby is getting bigger and bigger.
Jamin: Yes.
Aiden: It's so big, it really hurts. It hurts my feet really bad.
WHAT??? I haven't even complained THAT much! He really is taking the whole empathy thing a bit seriously...Sometimes that kid is too much.
