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ladysprite) wrote2008-10-09 09:43 am
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There Is No Scorn Like That Of A Toddler
I had a client lay some serious smackdown on me the other day....
It was, overall, a fairly normal appointment. The owner brought in their dog, for some standard concern that I can't remember, and isn't really relevant to the story. They also brought their adorable little daughter, who looked to be around 3 1/2-4 years old. Said daughter was adorable in every way, and had, in turn, brought a little toy carrier with a little stuffed dog inside.
I love little kids, and I love having them in the exam room, especially when they're sweet and well-behaved, and this one was. I commented on her bringing her puppy just like her parent, and she smiled at me, and proceeded to pay very close attention as I did my exam and talked to the owner and went over diagnostic options and made a plan.
As I turned away from the exam table she did too, and hurried over to her little plastic carrier, taking out the stuffed dog. While I'd had a fairly busy morning, I had a few extra minutes before my next appointment, so I asked her if her puppy needed a checkup, too.
And this adorable, dimpled, pre-preschool-aged toddler looked up at me with an expression of surprise and long-suffering patience the likes of which I've never seen on someone under forty and said, slowly and clearly, 'It's not a real dog.....'
I thank all the powers that be that I was already heading out of the room, because it meant that I was able to bite my lip and hold my laughter until the door was shut behind me.....
It was, overall, a fairly normal appointment. The owner brought in their dog, for some standard concern that I can't remember, and isn't really relevant to the story. They also brought their adorable little daughter, who looked to be around 3 1/2-4 years old. Said daughter was adorable in every way, and had, in turn, brought a little toy carrier with a little stuffed dog inside.
I love little kids, and I love having them in the exam room, especially when they're sweet and well-behaved, and this one was. I commented on her bringing her puppy just like her parent, and she smiled at me, and proceeded to pay very close attention as I did my exam and talked to the owner and went over diagnostic options and made a plan.
As I turned away from the exam table she did too, and hurried over to her little plastic carrier, taking out the stuffed dog. While I'd had a fairly busy morning, I had a few extra minutes before my next appointment, so I asked her if her puppy needed a checkup, too.
And this adorable, dimpled, pre-preschool-aged toddler looked up at me with an expression of surprise and long-suffering patience the likes of which I've never seen on someone under forty and said, slowly and clearly, 'It's not a real dog.....'
I thank all the powers that be that I was already heading out of the room, because it meant that I was able to bite my lip and hold my laughter until the door was shut behind me.....
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Mommy, trying to put things into perspective, asked incredulously, "You mean you'll DIE if you don't have it?"
And this toddler, without missing a beat and in complete seriousness, replied, "I might as well!!"
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'Cuz I looked 'em straight in the eye & said something
like "Guess we're all gonna miss you."
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I'd forgotten how much fun children could be in limited doses. Thank you.
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might have spoiled that little moment, then, huh?
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