Just what kind of problem does the doctor think he has?
Gabriel to me, upon meeting me for dinner after his 9-year Well Check with our doctor: "Mommy, Dr. D~ says I need to see a paleontologist."
Me: "A what?"
Gabriel: "A paleontologist".
He has a very sincere and slightly concerned look on his face.
Me: "Does the doctor think you are a dinosaur?"
Ha! I slay myself.
Actually, the doctor does want him to see a specialist about a problem he's been having, which I'm hoping will lead to some resolution of said problem, which is a common little boy problem, but makes having sleep overs a bit, well, awkward. We see the nurse practioner for the specialist next Friday morning. Cross your fingers.