I feel like I get my best ideas while in the car. I don’t know what it is, but revelation and clarity seems to come while I am driving. I love how I can ponder something for hours, but it seems to become clear for me once I get in the car. Well, lately K has been having the same kind of thing (well kinda). Recently, he has been sharing his deep, random, awesome thoughts with me—while in the car.
We will be driving along and say, “Mommy, please turn down the music. I had an idea…” and proceed to share about the cure for cancer (NOT) OR how he doesn’t understand why Thor is just Thor when Spider Man is Peter Parker! And for a 4 year old, these are legit concerns, right?
Just the other day he mentioned that a Komodo dragon is a big lizard but not a snake. The direct quote went something like, “Snakes slither on the ground like this (showing me with his arm how they ‘slither’). A Komodo dragon has legs. Hey, my arm doesn’t have legs. It can slither like a snake. My arm is like a snake! Look Mommy!”
Or, on the way to school the other day he randomly exclaimed:
K: You know what Mommy? Rex is really stronger than Buzz.
Me: Why do you think that?
K: Mama, you are so goofy. Rex just uses his tail to re-feat Zurg and he doesn’t even have a laser. I’m jus sayin’!
*True story son!
So… I see a pattern. It’s clear that the car and driving is going to be a revelation spot for everyone on Team Williams—I’m jus sayin’!
Sherbet push up Popsicle. One Hippo bib—trashed. Two hands—dripping orange stuff. Superhero pajamas—saturated. Face—yeah, pretty disgusting. Black pleather couches—orange, wet and sticky. 48 baby wipes—worth every penny! Laughing hysterically with Mommy because it tastes so good—Priceless!
So, K has been fighting a cold (or allergies or heaven knows what). After his teacher mentioned that she was concerned that his cough could be pneumonia, I immediately took him (back) to urgent care. His doctor and I have been working together to use medicine as a last resort. We want his immune system to start fighting off stuff—building itself up, but with him having bronchitis a little over a month ago, I am hyper-vigilant.
Well, we went to Urgent care and waited…and waited…and waited…and waited. Two hours later, we were called in. Now if you have a toddler (or any child from 18 months to 7 years really), 2 hours in a waiting room with only a matchbox car, a thing of goldfish, 1 book and 2 crayons is like a living HELL!!! He did great and thank goodness we got a seat by the window so he could look out and comment on EVERY car that passed by!
But two hours later we finally saw the Doctor and after looking, awwwwwing, throat culturing, xraying, and whatnot—it’s just a cold (or allergies or he really didn’t really commit to anything)! Yet while the lil one sleeps, he is also screaming in his sleep, “NO! I don’t wanna see a doctor. I don’t want a band-aid on my tongue. I don’t want a stick on my teeth!” Clearly, his experience in urgent care wasn’t the pain of waiting two hours; it was the seven minutes with the Doctor!