Last week I took M for his annual physical. I figured he’s finally old enough to go into the exam room by himself. So on the drive over, I prepped him. “When you go in for the exam, you need to give this Boy Scout camp form to the doctor, ask him to sign it, and also ask for a copy of the regular physical report.”
We got to the office and sat in the waiting room. He started leafing through a magazine. I handed him the paper. “Remember, you need the doctor to sign this for Scouts, and you also need a copy of the regular physical report.”
“Yeah, OK, Mom.”
The nurse called his name, and he got up to head down the hall to the exam room. He paused at the doorway and called over to me, “What do I need to get?”
One last time, with feeling: “You need the doctor to sign that form for camp, and you also need a copy of the regular report.”
I could hear the nurse say, from partway down the hall, “I heard Mom; it’s OK.”
Another mom sitting in the waiting room gave me a smile after hearing this whole exchange.
And three minutes later, her teenage son came shuffling out from the exam area holding a piece of paper and asked, “Mom, what am I supposed to do with this?”