Our son the medical expert

Every now and again Cristina lines up all of her private patients (that would be us) for consultations in her rooms.  Today our slot was from 16:00.  As we walked in Cristina asked me to have a talk with the family of a girl who was diagnosed with stage 4 rhabdo earlier this week.  Cristina and Boeta took off for his check-up, hand in hand, with Boeta skipping along and telling her all about his day.  Those two adore each other.

While I was sitting with the family I saw the two of them walking through the practice, obviously looking for something.  It turns out that he wasn’t satisfied with the extent of the consultation.  When she was done thought she was done he insisted that she “make his knees better with her hammer” (maak so my kniege beter so met jou hammer).  And he insisted that she used the proper tool too.  That’s what they were looking for – a patella hitting thingy.  How many 4 year olds do you know that can tell a specialist how to do their work?  Well, our’s thinks he can!

This is the same smartie-pants who tells the nurses how to do observations (you should see the confusion when a new nurse sees to him and then gets a full on lecture about how to do her work) and informs the security staff that they have to stop the bad people from taking our car. 

If he is this full of himself now, what is he going to be like in 10 years’ time?


3 Responses

  1. slim kind – nes soos sy ma !

  2. ek stem, Kerrie 🙂

  3. Wat is cute mannetjie!

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