February 18, 2010
This afternoon, I took my daughter to the pediatrician for a check-up. While I was checking in, Cameron started crying. In an attempt to pacify the seventeen-month-old long enough for the receptionist to photocopy my insurance card, I tossed the toddler's sippy cup to my six-year-old twin sons.
"Give the baby a drink please," I told them.
I should have been more specific.
When I turned around, all three of my sons were at the drinking fountain. Cortlen and Kellen were taking turns filling their own mouths full of water...and then spitting the liquid into Cameron's.
I wanted to die.
One of the other mothers in the waiting room was so kind as to point out that the scene reminded her of a mother bird feeding her young.
In a demented sort of way, I guess she's right.