Fun visit today with a four-year-old girl and her four-month-old brother. Eight shots. Fun.
The dad has the same dry sense of humor I do, so I was lucky to have gotten in the last word not just once, but twice.
Going through the "tell me what he's doing" part (aka developmental history) for the four-month-old, the mom recites the usual; holds up his head, sits with help, bears weight on legs, laughs, vocalizes, grasps toys; all normal. Then dad chimes in, "And he likes to read trashy romance novels."
Me: "Cool. Does he have any favorite authors?"
Me: 1 Dad: 0
Both visits went fine. Both kids are doing great. They even tolerated the shots -- better than mom, at any rate. The four-year-old girl didn't really cry; she just made this unhappy creaking kind of noise, so as they were getting ready to leave I mentioned to the dad:
Me: "You know how she was creaking just now? If you have any DW-40, that would help a lot.
Dad: "All I have is lithium grease."
Me: "Great. That will help stabilize her moods too."
Me: 2 Dad: 0
(I swear these two exchanges actually happened. I even got the dad's permission to blog it.)