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Tuesday, February 18, 2003

Yes, yes, YES...

I AM here now! Today was the day of "You do remember you're supposed to take Catherine back to the doctor to make sure here ears are okay...right?"

"Yes, I remember."

Translation--"Yes, I remember I have a little girl named Catherine, and that she had an ear infection, and that we were supposed to bring her back to the doctor five days after she finished her medicine, and that if I know what's good for me I won't act like I forgot I was supposed to take her there." Luckily, my wife has already figured out the language of Me, so this conversation was repeated several times over the weekend.

"And since she's there, why don't you see if they will go ahead and give her her annual checkup."

"Okay."

Translation--"Okay." Another one of those special instructions that got repeated several times. Including as I was stuffing all the kids in the van to get them to school. That one almost got me. "YES! I REM..." Easy there, big fellah! Almost set off a claymore! I gingerly stepped over the tripwire, "I..ahhh...will be sure and ask." Whew. My initial reaction was hidden by the vehicle and my grunting to get them all situated. Finished shoving them in and off we went--dropped off three at school, then it was off to Birmingham to the doctor, then back to kindergarten, then back to Birmingham to excitedly write all this crap down.

The nurse even managed to get Little Big Girl set up for her physical, thus saving us another trip later on (and another co-pay). Good on you, Nurse Sandy! Back to school for the late check-in, and a demonstration of why things bear repeating several times--"Did you bring a doctor's excuse?" TAKE COVER!! ::sigh:: The one thing I forgot. The one thing I always remember! Dangitall! "Or if you have a receipt...?" Salvation. "Yes ma'am, I do have that!" The secretary made a copy and Cat was ready to go to class. She hung her backpack on the hook, efficiently unzipped it and took out her folders, unzipped the front pocket and plopped her paper-bagged snack on the shelf and turned to say bye-bye. "I love you, Daddy!" Big hug and kiss. "I love you, too, sugar; have fun today!" "I'm six!'' "Yes, I know, Happy Birthday!" Wicked little laugh, and off she went.

Stinker.

posted by Terry at 10:24:00 AM

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