The Happy Homemaker

I love my pediatrician and hate that I don’t have insurance to go back there. There is never a long wait and they have a nice train track for the kids to play with while Disney movies play on televisions throughout the office. I was have a little laugh when I pass the neighboring law office on the way to the pediatrician’s office whose name is Rebel Lee. I always thought that the perfect Southern name and picture an old Southern man with a perfect Southern accent and a grey beard.

Even though I don’t have insurance and am now going to cheap family doctors for low income patients in town, I still have to go back to my old pediatricians’ office from time to time mainly to pick up paperwork for Victoria’s school. I had to go get a medical release form today because it is required paperwork for Vika to take her ESOL test which she is taking tomorrow.

I took Jonny and Viki with me to get them out of the house and because I had several errands to run. Aron was taking a nap. Before we left I made sure the kids ate so that they wouldn’t beg for fast food when we were out. I got the oil changed and then drove over to my pediatrician’s office. I opened the door to get the kids out but Jon Jon hid in the corner and refused to come out. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I raised my voice and again told Jon Jon to get out of the van. He finally stood up looked at me and then threw up purple vomit because he had just ate yogurt. There were some chunks of hot dog in it too so it was pretty disgusting. I quickly took him out of the van and he started to blow chunks again, aiming at my shoes. I screamed jumping away from the hot dog bit and purple goo.

Then I heard a very perfect Southern voice. (remember Foghorn Leghorn?) The perfect Southern drawl belonged to the perfect looking Southern gentleman complete with a grey beard. He asked if we needed help. I was mightily embarrassed because I had screamed. He asked to assist us to the doctor’s office and opened the door for us. He got Jon Jon a T shirt and the nurses inside to help us clean my son up. I turned around to see where the old man was going to say thank you and I saw him go to the lawyer’s office with the plaque that said “Rebel Lee”