I took Chloe to the Doctor for a check-up before school started to be sure she was caught up on all of her vaccines and to be weighed and measured with instruments more accurate than a door frame, pencil and kitchen food scale.
Chloe appeared healthy and was able to sit still long enough to have him examine her eyes, ears, only attempting to bite him twice when he asked her to stick out her tongue.
He listened to her heart.
He joked that he could hear the pear in her stomach she had for lunch.
She rolled her eyes and mumbled something like “not likely” under her breath.
When he looked to me for permission to look “down there” (his words) I nodded.
I think I was still nodding pretending to know what a UTI was when he asked me if she had ever had one.
A UTI as it turns out is a urinary tract infection. No my four year old has never had one. No I have no idea why he would think I would know what the acronym stood for.
When he placed one hand on my daughter’s stomach and the other on the elastic band around her waist, Chloe swatted him and said, “Oh no, that’s not happening.”
He shrugged and said, “She’s fine.”
