I took little T.Puzzle for his pre-op physical. He still holds on to an element of three year old unpredictability that makes trips to the doctor more exciting than they should be. When the doctor prepares to examine his mouth, he clamps it shut and throws his hands protectively over his lips.
The doctor switches gears.
“Why don’t I look in your ears instead?” she asks little T.Puzzle.
He immediately shoots both his hands up and theatrically covers his ears. He also manages a sliver of a smile while maintaining a rigidly closed mouth.
The doctor turns to me.
“Looks like someone is really full of it today.”
“He’s pretty much full of it every single day,” I say.
Luckily, he’s full of dimples, too, and that has saved him more times that I can count.