
We get to the doctor's office and the nurse takes us back to have each boy stand on the scale for weight and height measurements. Then she takes us into a room and takes the boys blood pressure and pulse. All is well. They have grown and are just perfect. I'm not even saying this because I'm their mom either! Then the nurse says, okay boys take off everything except your underwear and socks, put on a gown, and the doctor will be right in.
She leaves and both boys shoot me a look that could stop traffic. "What?" I say. "We do this every year, so just take off your clothes and put on the gowns." The one boy begins to get undressed and the other bursts into tears. I am shocked. "Honestly what is the big deal", I continue, "you can keep your underwear on." This is when my darling child sobs, "But I'm not wearing any underwear!"

As a mother who prides herself on always being prepared I immediately reach down to grab the diaper bag and then instantly remember that I haven't carried one of those in about 7 years. Rats! Then I think, well wait, one of these kids has underwear on....maybe I can take it off of him and put it on the other kid, then do a quick switch-a-roo when the doctor's back is turned....oh hell, never mind. At least I scrubbed behind their ears. That has to count for something!
Might I offer my own experience of a child's physical...I suspect my youngest was older than the twins when this occurred but after the physical exam and I was brought back into the exam room to talk with the doctor and my son...the doctor wanted to know how long my son had had that large patch of ringworm on his stomach....HUH??? Why are we mothers always the last to know???
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