After the family history debacle, the doctor began to discuss the nitty gritty: my son’s puberty.
Doctor: So child, when do you think you noticed you were going through puberty?
Child: I think maybe like a month ago? Maybe.
Me: Umm, about a year ago.
Doctor: Okay, do you have any body odor?
Hubby: Oh boy does he! He sure does!
Me: Oh man, he stinks! I don’t even know where he came from.
Doctor: Do you have any acne?
Child: What’s acne?
Hubby: No he doesn’t.
Me: Yes…. he had two zits on his nose the other day.
Hubby: No he didn’t.
Me: He has some now and again.
Doctor: Okay… mild acne.
Hubby: (shaking his head) He doesn’t have acne.
Doctor: How about any body hair?
Me: (sadness befalls me) Oh yah, he sure does.
So… doctor goes to do a quick peek a boo while I quietly murmur, imagine Leonardo DiCaprio…
After being elbowed to the ribs by hubby, the doctor went to review the CD of his left hand; she said she was going to confer with her fellow colleagues.
Meanwhile, we sat in that awkward feeling room for the next fifteen minutes. … See Part 3.