My elder son is about 4 years old.
He makes an increase of eczema.
As every child who respects himself, it develops symptoms a wakefulness of extended WE, just to test efficiently the expanse of my devotion and my capacity to be answered its problems in any circumstances.

As every mother who respects herself, I take up challenge and leave no stone unturned to get appointment with THE dermatologist of guard.
We are in the waiting room, my son is calm, the doctor is on time. Halleluiah!

They enter, I greet. A simple pressure of the hand is enough to hear the slight and clear voice of my son to say splendid one and spontaneous Good morning Doctor! .
I explain the motive of our visit while he sets up next to me and wisely listen to our dialogue, right really, hands on knees.

(At this definite instant, I tell myself internally that the flannel bermuda intoxicates and the navy blue sports jacket would go to it wonderfully. But ok in short)

The doctor asks him to follow him up to the table of osculation and to undress. He complies, is going to put down the clothes with caution on a chair and is allowed to sound without turning a hair. The diagnostic dermato any eczema and authorises it to refresh, what it makes.

The doctor explains me the prescribed treatment while my son sits down again next to me and wait always so wisely, hands on knees.
Consultation is ended, the dermato looks at us both and congratulates me on the good education of my child, congratulating him on its wisdom, and flinging me habitual verse on the today's tearaways whom the parents cannot hold any more

I make the modest but raise me of my seat filled with pride, passing instantly of the hat A to the hat C. I give a helping hand to my loved son, inviting him to go out. We are on the step of the door, I say goodbye and do not doubt the single instant that he is going to imitate me.

And there my son turns to him a bright smile with lips he raises the hand to address him a small sign of goodbye and throws him very relaxed:

Greeting Chicken!

You see, in the enlivened drawings, when the characters break in thousand pieces following a shock, well here is it was me!