Working in a children’s dental office, I’m often forced into an uncomfortable front-row seat for spouse bashing. The other day, a mom and dad were trying to schedule a filling for their 2 year old.
I suggested a possible appointment time. Dad mentioned to mom that he thought she had something else scheduled already. So what did she reply to him with, exactly?
Mom: Let’s look in my planner so we can remind your TINY, EMPTY BRAIN what’s going on.
I so did not want to suggest any more appointment times to these people.
And, of course, their 2 year old was standing right there!
I suggested a possible appointment time. Dad mentioned to mom that he thought she had something else scheduled already. So what did she reply to him with, exactly?
Mom: Let’s look in my planner so we can remind your TINY, EMPTY BRAIN what’s going on.
I so did not want to suggest any more appointment times to these people.
And, of course, their 2 year old was standing right there!
You just go right ahead and keep arguing in front of me. You're blogging gold, my friends.
Later, both parents jokingly asked if they could just leave their child at
the office and pick her up at her next 6 month check up. I was awfully
temped to say yes!