I took Peter to the doctor yesterday evening. This decision to forego the fun family Fuddrucker’s fundraiser (say that five times fast) was due to a suspected ear infection. How did we know? First of all, he screamed and cried all through his missed naptime. And secondly… well… he told us his ear hurts. (Oh so much easier to detect ear infections with a child who can tell us what hurts.)
Though I feared an overtired self-destructive child, Peter was actually great at the doctor’s. The doctor confirmed a left ear infection and faxed the prescription to the pharmacy. Within a half hour, we were home with medicine–medicine which Peter dutifully gulped down from the syringe without complaint. He’s had enough ear infections that he knows the drill. Amazingly, he slept through the night without incident. He was decidedly better in the morning.
Katherine didn’t see him for bedtime, so he was happy to see her the next morning. After hi-momma’s and good-morning’s, she continued the conversation with him by saying, “How are you feeling?”
“I see doctor!” he exclaimed proudly.
She smiled. “What did the doctor say?”
Peter looked her right in the eye, affixed his sternest look, and told her, with finger wagging:
“NO MO’ MON-KEYS JUMP ON DA BED!”