You know, Double Shot drives me cRaZy. He does. That kid wears me out. But... oh my Lord does that kid make me laugh!
He had his physical today. He HATES going for physicals but he has to to be able to play sports. Several years back he nicknamed his pediatrician Cold Fish... because he said his hands felt like a cold fish when he did the whole turn your head and cough thing.
So... Double Shot is 5'11", 158 lbs, and is fully capable of hearing his father and I... as well as fully capable of seeing the messes he makes. We've got it in writing.
I was in the room with Double Shot as we went through the usual questions. Cold Fish then said that he'd like to talk to Double Shot about STD's and I was welcome to stay. Uhhhh, no. I left. The look on Double Shot's face was priceless! He pleaded with his eyes, "Mommy! Don't leave me!"
As I was chuckling to myself in the waiting room I got a text from him.
Nasty. Come shoot me please.
Oh, you know I laughed out loud and had everyone staring at me.
When he finally came out I was so tickled by his expression. As we were going down the stairs I asked him what Cold Fish said.
Ugh... Herpes, syph-o-lips, gone-ah-roid... a bunch of crap like that and how you have to go to the hospital and what they do to you!
I almost peed my pants! Syph-o-lips? Gone-ah-roid? Bwaaaaa Haaaaa Haaaa Haa!
When we were in the car I asked about the feel up.
Dropping my drawers in front of a dude is not something I like to do.
I'm so sorry. I could not help myself...
He didn't just feel around in your pants?
Y'all should have seen the look on his face! PRICELESS!!! I so love that boy!