Another child, another doctor visit

I had to take S to the doctor today. Turns out he has a blocked gland in a not-so fun place. But he's fine, it's fine, and with any luck, it will remain that way and not get infected.

ANYWAYS....

The kid is crazy. Completely and utterly crazy.

I know he's my son and I am biased towards him, but still, I don't think I've ever met another 2yo who is as whackadoodle funny as he is. His "half-birthday" is today, making him officially 2 and a half. HIs vocabulary BLOWS ME AWAY. For example - this morning, I asked him if he was a big boy. He told me "No, Momma.... I'm still growing!!"

So anyways.... back to the doctor visit.

His imagination is something else. He LOVES to pretend. Whether it's an adventure with Diego, a trip with Little Einsteins, or just an imaginary feast, he's all or nothing. There's no half way with him, and he REALLY gets into the role play.

We signed in at the doctor's office and he went off to play in the corner. Next thing I know, he comes running out, hollering "I got you an ice cream, Momma!!" as he hands me the invisible ice cream cone.

I accepted it, thanked him, and pretended to lick it.... which was apparently the right thing to do as he plunked himself down in the chair beside me and started licking HIS.

All of a sudden, he yelled, "QUICK! My ice cream is dripping! HELP ME, MOMMA! Lick it!!" while thrusting it towards me.

So I did what anyone would do - licked the pretend ice cream.

He found this uproariously funny and started laughing. The other child there - a four year old girl - looked at her mother like we were all crazy and asked "What ARE they doing?". Poor child.

Next thing I know, he's holding himself. I ask if he needs to pee. First he tells me no, then quickly changes his mind and yells "YES! I need to pee!" and starts to yank down his pants.

Fortunately for me, he is not his sister and kept his pants up when I gasped, "DUDE! Not here!!", hauling him off to the bathroom.

From there, we had rocketship adventures with him sitting in each child-sized chair, loudly exclaiming "I'm in the BLUE chair, Momma! I'm flying the BLUE rocket!". We shared birthday cake (which, I might add, came complete with the dramatics of him "baking" the cake, putting candles in, lighting them, and then singing). We crossed the desert, ran away from the sandstorm, and got caught in a snowstorm. The snowstorm did involve putting coats back on (I convinced him I didn't need mine), but in the end, he ran across the room, threw himself into my lap, and yelled "I SAVED YOU, MOMMA!!"

Yeah kid, you sure did.