Doctor's office

Today, while at work, I returned from a nice (30 minute) lunch with my mom to find several messages on my voicemail, cell phone and two emails from Jason, saying basically, WHERE ARE YOU?? Come to find out in that short time, Addie was at the school nurse with a sore throat and needed to be picked up and brought to the doctor for a throat culture. So shortly after, I left work and did just that. When we were called in the room, the nurse took Addie's vitals and did the swab of the tonsils. Two tests, one rapid 7 minute, the other a 24 hour one. (Which, by the way, I am still hearing the harrowing tales of how Addie survived such an awful procedure.) Then we waited for the doctor to come in to examine her and this is what happened:

Doctor strides in: Hello, Miss Addie.
Addie: Hi.
Doctor: That's a nice shirt, I like the polka dots.
Addie: Thank you.
Doctor takes a seat: So, tell me what's happening.
Addie: Well, my throat hurts and I went to the nurse and she called my mom's cell phone and that lady stuck a swab of my throat and it was really gross and I did not like it.
Doctor: Yeah, that is kinda gross, huh? Does anything else hurt?

Now, at this point, I was so happy to finally have a child old enough to do all the talking at the doctor's office. I realized how much easier it is to have all the complaints come from the actual sick person. I sat back and relaxed and watched.

Addie: Well, my head hurts, the cafeteria was so loud, all the kids were yelling and talking.
Doctor: Yes, the cafeteria can be loud.

And so they went on for a few more minutes, while they narrowed down the symptoms. In the meantime, the rapid throat culture test came back negative, and we talked about the 24 hour test. We would wait for those results before proceeding in treatment, since she wasn't convinced Addie was in the clear. The doctor starts explaining that if she does have strep, she should probably throw out her toothbrush.

Addie interjects: Oh I want a new toothbrush anyway.
Doctor: Oh?
Addie: Yeah, my toothbrush smells like a lake. I think I've had it for a year. I tried to throw it away, but my mom took it out of the trash.

The doctor's eyes start to widen. I open my mouth to defend myself, because you see, it's not quite how things went down in the bathroom. But I couldn't get a word in, Addie kept going.

Addie: ...yeah, I was thinking - Mom that's so gross, you know I can't stand that smell. When I picked it up my hand smelled like the lake too. My mom is always--
[A very embarrassed] Me: Okey dokey, so we'll wait to hear from you. Thank you. Oh yes, there's our coats, well I guess that will be all for us. Thanks again!