He's Five Going On Smart A**

Big Brother had his five-year old physical yesterday (broke my heart not to call it a "well-baby check-up" anymore).  45 lbs, 45 inches tall.  Peed in a cup for the very first time.  Eye check, hearing check.   Four shots plus a lance to the finger in a hemoglobin check.   Poor baby.   Took it like a champ.   Tried to be tough because his little brother was watching and he'd been promised a lollipop from the dry cleaner when we finished up.

Doctor asked him all the important safety questions.   Do you wear a bike helmut?  Always?   What do you do if a stranger offers to take you home?  Gives you candy?  What's your address?  Phone number?

Then, these nuggets. Nuggets worth saving for my own memory.

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Doctor:  Do you brush your teeth?
W:  Yes.
Doctor:  How many times a day?
W:  Well.....(looks around a little nervously).  Two.
Doctor:  Ok...
W:  (Nervously)  But, sometimes, I sneak and trick my Mom and...well....
Doctor:  It's ok.
W:  Sometimes I do it three times.

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Doctor:  Do you go to pre-school?
W:  Yes.
Doctor:  How many days a week do you go to pre-school?
W:  Well, I go every day except for the last day before the weekend.
Me: (Interjecting.  Couldn't help myself)  So, if there are five days in the week, and you go-"
W:  No, Mom!  There are seven days in the week!"

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Yip.  That's my boy.