I took Zack to the doctor today. Turns out he has a double ear infection. On the way there he was REALLY upset about having to go to the doctor. I told him that we had to go so that she could look in his ear to see if it was infected. He begged me for over 30 minutes to take him home. Then,the whole time we were in the room waiting he kept trying to talk me into making a break for it.
As we were driving home we had the following conversation:
Z: "Mom, why did they just not cut my ear off?"
E: "What, Zacky?" .
Z: "Why did the doctor not cut my ear off to look inside to fix it?"
E: "Oh, baby, they don't cut people's ears off to look inside!"
Z: "The doctor just must have not had a knife."
Cue the parental guilt for not explaining things a little more clearly!
Guess I'd be upset too if I thought I was about to lose my ears!