Before going into the opthalmalogist's office today I gave everyone the "be good" speech. Very poignant speech that it is, I was unbuckling Andrew when he said, "Mama, I don't want to be good."
Thanks for the warning.
He was literally hopping in his chair once we got inside. It's like he has springs in his bum.
The receptionist said, "There's a children's table over there on the other side of the waiting area."
Jackpot.
Upon leaving Andrew SCREAMED, "NO! NO GO! I don't want to gooooooo!"
You win some, just not in my house.
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