But what would you have done?
Experts?
Hamlet, Sr.: I would have chosen the procedure that would have given your son the largest scar. Trust me, he'd have thanked you for it.
Gertrude: Easy for you to say. Where were you when little Hammy fell on his quill?
Hamlet, Sr.: I don't know. Maybe I was saving the kingdom from a Norwegian invasion or something. Are you kidding me, woman? A quill? Jesus, no wonder that kid never gets invited to any birthday parties.
Prospero: Why you would trust a She-Doctor to touch your only son's face is beyond me. What is this magic "glue" you speak of? Have you no idea what kind of hocus-pocus you've exposed your son to? If I'd ever had a son I never would have let a witch near him.
Miranda: So, what am I, a dispensable facial casualty?
Prospero: Now, Miranda, calm down.
Miranda: I hate you!
Gertrude: Oh, sweetheart, who can blame you? Listen, come hang out with me in my closet and lets talk about it. My son would love you. Trust me. You do know how to swim, don't you?
Miranda: Hello-- I live on an island, crazy lady.
Gertrude: Yes, of course. Shall we?
You have my sympathy. My son had his first stitches last summer -- 8 stitches in and outside his mouth from a biting through incident during which his mouth lost the very short battle with a window sill. It's not fun. If it's any consolation, the random doc at the ER did a beautiful job on the stitches, and you can hardly see any scar -- and I would imagine that a confident pediatrician with glue would be at least that good.
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