Doctor's Office, 4-Square, Doritos

Last week, Chase had a well-child check at the doctor’s office. I decided that Chase should be the one to answer questions from the doctor and I would just help answer any questions if he needed assistance, as a way to help him take control over his own appointments and learn to communicate with health professionals. As it turns out, I make poor choices. 

Doctor: “Is your mother healthy?”
Chase: “Yes.” 

Doctor: “Is your Dad healthy?” 

Chase: “No.” 

Doctor: “What’s wrong with him?” 

Chase: “He eats so much junk food. He eats too many Doritos.” 

Doctor trying to control her laughter: “Does he at least share with you?” 

Chase rolling his eyes: “Not usually.” 

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Doctor: “What do you like to do for fun?” 

Chase: “Play 4-square.” 

Doctor: “That is fun. Who do you like to play with?” 

Chase: “I like to play with my Mom and Grandma Klein because it’s usually an easy win.” 

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Doctor (while doing, what I’m assuming to be, a mental health screening): “Is there anything concerning you in your life?” 

Chase quickly and with confidence jumps to the edge of his chair: “Yes, I have a little brother.” 

Me with my facing turning red *quickly interjects*: “I don’t think now is the appropriate time to air your grievances about having a little brother.” 

Doctor: “These appointments are fun.”