Last week I took Adam to the doctor to get the last of the three vaccines he was supposed to get when he was 18 months old. Never mind that he is now 22 months old. Oh...and also never mind that I have no idea why he only got two of three shots at 18 months. I can barely remember my list when I go grocery shopping, let alone important things like shots and all that medical stuff.
Anyway... there's always the big Q&A session right off the bat.
How many glasses of juice does he drink per day?
No more than two (big fat lie).
Does he attempt to walk up stairs on his own?
Yes. (actually, he would prefer to play on the stairs all day long. And he's fallen down the stairs. But act like I didn't divulge that.)
Then, as the doctor prepared to look in Adam's ears, she asked him where they were and (of course!) he showed her. Not only did he point to his ears, he wiggled them. She thought that was cute.
Next...the eyes... and (of course!) he pointed to his eyes.
Oh! She was impressed. For good measure, she asked him where his nose was and he grabbed his nose and said, beet! beet!
And then, not to be outdone, he looked at her very seriously, pointed just below his neck, and said "colla-bone."
Next week we'll be studying the inner ear.