The other day I had a doctor's appointment. It was just a short jaunt to the RN at my Rheumatologist's office, so the younger two kids, I brought along. After my brief appointment, I went for obligatory lab work. With 7-month-old Annika in one arm and the lab tech prepping the other, I was unable to help Nathan. He was standing at the lab doorway making a request and I encouraged him to go back into the conference room and color with the book and pencils I had brought for just this occasion.
As the lab tech began drawing my blood, I suddenly realized that Nathan was still at the door, holding onto the door frame and whispering, "Be bwave, Mama. Be vewy, vewy bwave."