Today, I'm at home with a sick kid, so I probably won't get much work finished. Already, he's ordered breakfast in bed; He wants chicken. He's wants to watch TV; I'm in charge of the changing the channels. Between the sick kid, and a wife who keeps calling home to check on him, I won't get much done today.
In the past 15 minutes, the wife's called home three times, and now she wants me to take him to the doctor. Ahhhh!
I know the routine:
The wife: "He's sick. Do you think we should take him to the doctor?"
The wife: "I called the doctor, he advised we bring him in to his office."
The wife, hours later: "I took him to the doctor."
Me: "What's wrong with him?"
The wife: "He's sick."
And we pay $25-bucks per doctor visit for this bi-monthly revelation.
Edit to original post: We just returned from the doctor.
My son's diagnosis: He's sick.
His prognosis: He won't be sick tomorrow.
I should have gone into medicine.