Oh, and it was so cute when we got to the clinic tonight and the nurse opened the door for us to enter. Art walked in and Lewis was behind him, just following along. The doctor said, "That's our patient, there," and I just had to chuckle to myself. This little 2 1/2 foot person with his tight little pants on, not knowing which way to go, was the 'patient'. We put him up on the bed and the nurse held his head while I held his hands, just like before, and I sang Wheels on the Bus (and this nurse sang along) while the doctor quickly snipped and removed the three stitches. Done. Finnish, Swedish. Got down and got back to work with running in the hallways and climbing on the stairs with Art.
I have to admit, I was pretty proud as a parent, too. Proud that Art was so responsible and loving with his brother, proud that both kids waited so patiently through the long process and proud that I could soothe my savage toddler with song. Oh, I guess I said that already. Well, it's still true.