A few weeks ago, we took Ellie to the pediatrician for a consultation that included nothing more invasive than a check of her weight, a look in her ears, and a little conversation. However, with all the wailing, gnashing of teeth, and flailing of limbs, the experience was roughly on par with flaying a live wolverine, or perhaps artificially inseminating a badger. Not particularly pleasant.
Fast forward to this morning.
Me: "We need to take Jimmy to the doctor today, buddy."
Ellie: (perking up) "To the doctor? He got a.......broken LEG?"
Me: "Um, noooo. Where did you hear that?"
Ellie: (brightly) "He's sick with GERMS?"
Me: "Well, he needs to get a shot..."
Ellie: "He! Needs! A Checkup!"
Ellie: (practically singing) "Come on, Jimmy! Let's take you to the doctor."
And, as I watched her gleefully herd James towards the door, I remembered that feeling, that delicious kind of schadenfreude when your sibling had to get a shot or procedure or (cough) small toy fished out of his nose and you couldn't help but feel as though you'd dodged a bullet. Better you than me, sucker, but I'd love to watch. You just sat on the sidelines, safe from scrutiny, thumbing through the dog-eared copy of Illustrated Bible Stories, occasionally giving your mother a solicitous shrug while your sibling wailed or wanted to go home. Goodness. What's all the fuss about? I do wish he weren't giving you such a difficult time, darling mother. And, if you got really lucky, your sibling required a prescription and you scored a roll of Mentos (The Freshmaker!) at the drugstore while waiting on the pharmacist.
At any rate, Jimmy just needed the second injection of his flu shot, and he took it like a tiny, little man with minor squalling. After it was over, Ellie patted him on the back, kissed his head, and declared him "very brave, buddy." On our way to the elevator, we stopped to look at the waiting room aquarium, and spent five extra minutes watching the clown fish and blue tang (clever doctors!). Eventually, I had to tear Ellie away.
"We have to go, but we'll come back soon," I promised. "We'll come to see the doctor another day."
"No," she corrected, "JIMMY see the doctor another day. Ellie sees the fish."
I just hope she doesn't break his leg to make it happen.