That's What Happens When Your Mama Is A Science Writer

You go to your pediatrician (who practices at a major children's research hospital) for your getting-ready-to-go-to-kindergarten checkup. After all the poking and prodding and peeing in a cup and reading letters off a chart and listening to sounds on a headphone, a lady says they need to take some blood from your finger. Afterwards, you and mama go out to the waiting room to wait for your doctor to talk to you about the various test results. While you're waiting, you ask your mama what they're doing with your blood. You think it's a simple question, but the next thing you know, mama's got a pad out, and she's talking about plasma and white blood cells and red blood cells.



She starts to label the picture, but then remembers that you can't read.

A few minutes later, when your doctor comes to talk to you again, you show her the picture, and she laughs at your mama and says, "I guess that's what happens when your mama is a science writer." When you get home, you show the picture to your daddy, and he just rolls his eyes at mama.

Lesson learned? Your mama is a geek.