Irrelevant Comments on our Pediatrician

My sons' pediatrician, bless her heart, cannot possibly be two minutes over twenty years old. It would not shock me in the least to hear that she was conceived to All-4-One crooning "I Can Love You Like That" somewhere in the depths of 1995. She does have an engagement ring the size of a Range Rover, but since I have known her for two years, that timing leaves just enough leeway to ensure that she was eligible to vote when she got married. Barely enough, but enough.

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