Why’s that lady looking at your bottom?
My babysitter cancelled at the last minute – just as I needed to walk out the door for my six-week postpartum checkup with the Ob/Gyn. You know – the one where they take a peek at everything?
So I did the only thing I could do. I loaded the kids into the minivan, tossed some suckers into my purse and headed to the doctor’s office.
When my name was called, I rushed them into the exam room. Simon slept in his stroller, and I unwrapped suckers for Miles and Alice. I got into the blue gown, and we sang songs and played Simon Says until the doctor came in. I gave myself a pat on the back for handling everything so well.
I put my legs in the stirrups, my doctor began my exam, and I tried to entertain Miles and Alice while I laid on my back. Things were going well.
Until I looked between my legs and saw Miles peeking over the doctor’s shoulder. Sucking on his sucker.
“Mama,” he said. “Why is that lady looking at your bottom?”