I had two of my kids and two of Cindy's kids with me at the time, and since I know Doc Rodgers to be the kind of guy who would enjoy it, I gave them the option of coming into the exam room and watching the stitches come out -IF- they could be extremely polite and respectful. They did, and they were.
Isaac wanted to know how the doctor could make it so that the stitches didn't hurt when they came out.
"Well, actually, it does sting just a little bit," I said. "But when you get to be older, you sort-of get tougher and stuff that hurts doesn't bother you quite as much as it did when you were a kid."
He looked thoughtful for a moment. "So, like, when you get to be a hundred, you're practically indestructible, right?"
Doc Rodgers & I got a good chuckle out of that one.
In a similar vein, Isaac gave me a solemn warning yesterday on our way out of church. He and Martha had decided to ride home with me in my van.
"Mom, you'd better make Martha sit all the way in the back. She cut the cheese in Dad's van and it was BAD."
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