Quick trip to the doctor today following a playground head bonk that turned out to be nothing. Although it seemed to make him smarter. As I was carrying him on my shoulders into the office, he reminded me I’d left my iPhone in the car. Then he said, “Conrad go to doctor,” despite the fact that I had studiously kept that fact from him up to that point, and that he’d never been to that doctor’s office before. Somehow he figured it out.
After totally cracking up the nurse practitioner who gave him a clean bill of health, he said, “I have fun at doctor.”
