Malpractice?

Carter had some tests run today to check up on his solitary right kidney. They did an ultrasound and drew blood. Thomas took Carter to the appointment.  As I was catching up with him on his day, it went something like this:

Me: Carter, how was your day?

Carter: (rambles on and on about the Halloween carnival at school, his friends, his lunch, his trip to the playground, etc.)

Me: And did you go to the doctor today?

Carter: (remembering) Oh. OH! I have to tell you about the end! At the end of the doctor...(pause, and then, incredulous) they SHOT me. The doctor shot me. And I cried.

I don't know much, but I'm pretty sure the doctor isn't supposed to shoot you, unless maybe you're a horse? Regardless, Carter apparently recovered pretty quickly after the "shot" was removed.

And in recent malparenting...

This was K week at Carter's school. Every week, his class studies a letter, and every week, they send home a kid-crafted "book" that we are supposed to fill with pictures that start with the letter of the week. The kids share their books for show-and-tell on Friday, along with other items from home that start with "K". After15 weeks of this, our magazine supply is definitely looking a bit scrappy. And this activity is most definitely easier for some letters than others.

This week, we left the K book to be completed onThursday night, but then we were invited to have dinner with some friends that night. So... I got creative and suggested to Carter that we skip the homework and buy a value pack of Kit Kats for his class so he could point out the Ks on the package at show-and-tell instead.

Needless to say, he was thrilled with the idea. His father... not so much.