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A Humorous Visit to the Doctor's Office
by Arlene M. Ditzler

When I was a 25-year-old mother of three, I took my two daughters and my son to the family doctor's office for their check-ups and shots. Jeff, who was almost two years old at the time, was the baby.

The office was crowded, as it always seemed to be back then, and Jeff was sitting on my lap facing me with his little chubby legs straddling my hips.

There were kids on the floor, on laps, playing with toys, and running around chairs. It was hot and noisy, and I was eager for it to be our turn before my little ones became restless.

The office was not air-conditioned; I was glad we had all worn shorts and tee shirts. I passed the time talking with another mom while Jeff played with my necklace, earring, watch, and whatever caught his attention.

Suddenly, I became aware of Jeff's little hand in my tee shirt pocket. It became apparent that he wanted me to stop talking and pay attention to him.

"Mom! Mom!" he kept repeating.

"What do you want, honey?" I asked.

"I want that ball in your pocket," he replied. I tried to ignore him and divert his attention, but all attempts failed.

"Please, Mom, I want that ball!" he persisted over and over.

It seemed all eyes were on us as Jeff's voice got louder and louder. The room was silent; all adults were snickering behind their magazines. My face reddened as I disengaged Jeff's hand from my pocket and put him on the floor to play with the other kids.

Thank God the nurse opened the waiting room door and said, "Mrs. Ditzler, you may come in now." I literally dragged my kids inside and quickly closed the door behind me.

There was no way I could ever have convinced my son that I did not have a ball in the breast pocket of my shirt.

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