|Ya just never know
||[May. 16th, 2006|10:48 pm]
The Boy loves monster movies. The Boy loves superhero movies. He can watch Godzilla destroy Tokyo and not bat an eye.
Last night, he was sitting on the floor coloring while we watched Gray's Anatomy. Suddenly, he was at my elbow, an odd furrow on his brow.
How did they do that? he asked. Do what? I replied.
He tapped his chest nervously, little hands fluttering. How did they get to his heart? How can they open him up to see it?
I told him there were special doctors called surgeons, and that sometimes when people were very, very sick on the inside, they had to go inside to fix what was wrong. That they use special tools to open people so they could get to the sick parts, and that they made sure the sick person was very asleep so they didn't feel anything.
He looked unconvinced. I don't want to go to one of those doctors, he said, a paniced edge to his voice. I don't want to go to any doctor. I don't want Doctor Don to use special tools and open me.
My poor baby!! He watches so many "scary" shows without batting an eye that it never occurred to me that a doctor show would scare him. So of course I reassured him that Doctor Don was not that kind of doctor, and those doctors weren't at the office but in hospitals, and they only saw people who were very very sick inside. And of course I felt like the worst mother ever.