In the last two weeks both my sister and I totally spaced out on doctor’s appointments. If we didn’t like our pediatrician, and he always ran late, we might feel badly, but not lose too much sleep over it.
But we really like our pediatrician. He’s always accommodating, respects our opinions as parents, and allows us to be a major voice in the care of our children. So, um, we both felt pretty rotten about missing these appointments.
So I made cookies. I know it’s not much, but it’s a gesture, and I hope they know how stupid we feel about screwing up. That, and I hope they can appreciate a little testicle humor at 9 o’clock in the morning.