That's One Sneaky Doctor We Have

Molly had her five year check up on Wednesday.  During the course of the appointment, our doctor asked Molly what she was learning.  She, of course, looked at me like a deer in headlights.  That's what kids are contractually obligated to do in those kinds of situations, right?

I suggested to Molly that she tell our doctor what exciting thing she just did for the first time on Sunday of this week.  She was very pleased to let him know that she had received a bike for her birthday and was having fun riding it.

Our doctor asked her about her bike, so Molly described it in all of its Barbie-wonderfulness.  (Seriously -- it even has a little plastic bike on the handle bars where a Barbie can ride.)  Then, as if it was a perfectly normal next thing to say, without missing a beat, our doctor said, "What color is your bike helmet -- is it pink too or a different color."

She told him all about how it was also a pink Barbie helmet, and that it had come with knee pads and elbow pads too.

Then, I couldn't help myself, I laughed and had to say, "You were trying to make sure we had a helmet for her, weren't you?"

He laughed too.  He claimed that he was just asking a simple question, but I knew better.  That's one sneaky doctor we have.  But, you can't fault a guy for just wanting to make sure that your kids are safe.