Thanks, Mom

A girl can always count on her mother for support. And for making a comment on her daughter's blog! Oh, and a girl can always count on her tennis partner, too -- thanks, Margot. :)
Actually it is nice to know that someone out there is reading this and hopefully getting a chuckle once in a while. So please feel free to add a comment so I know you're out there! It's lonely in cyber space!!
I"m watching the Emmy's at the moment and I have one question: C'mon, Ryan Seacrest?!!! What the heck?
As I was watching the Emmy's they showed a picture of Obama superimposed as an obstetrician in another picture. I have absolutely nothing to say about that except that it brought a memory hurtling back to me. Another embarrassing moment as a mother. (Maybe I should change this blog to "My Most Embarrassing Moments as a Mother". I'm sure I'd be able to write for years!)
Anyway, was it just MY boys or did/do other boys do this? Whenever I'd take them to the doctor's office they would ALWAYS find the dang stirrups hidden in the exam table and pull them out. Over and over and over again, loudly asking, "Mommy!! What are THESE for?!" If I could've crawled under the table I probably would have. I think I finally convinced them that they were for exercise, but that I wasn't certain how they worked. Hey, don't judge me -- it was the most creative thing I could think of and I wasn't about to go into a lesson of the female anatomy with 3 little boys!
And might I point out --- that NOT ONE SINGLE TIME did any of my 3 girls even glance at the stirrups in all their years of going in for checkups. It must be an innate fear and aversion that's embedded in our chromosomes.
That's my opinion anyway. For what it's worth.