A visit to...

the County Health Department.

Alright, maybe I had it coming, I had my reservations about taking the Little Man to the health department with me, but sometimes you just have no choice. I had to go get a TB test done for work (required in child care in the state of WA) so, knowing it would be quick (and relatively painless) I opted to take the Little Man with me.

He did great - played well in the waiting room, flirted with the doctor, was polite; what more could a mother ask for?

As I was paying for my test, mere minutes from leaving the building (yet utterly committed to NOT leaving right then and there) he spotted it. There, attached to the wall just shy of eye level, was the bigger than life (this thing was huge) condom dispenser. It was rectangular shaped, about 2 feet tall, clear, with a handy spot to reach in and take your handful (limit 5, please). These puppies were colorful, every color imaginable, and mighty tempting for a small child. I think they were calling his name, taunting me.

Little Man: "Wow, Mommy! These are cool! Can I have one?"

Me: "No baby." (I was still checking out)

Little Man: "But Mom! They're so pretty!"

Me: "No baby, they're not for you."

Little Man: "Can I just have ONE!?!?"

Me: "Little Man, they're not for kids."

Little Man: "Than what are they for?"

Me: "They're for grown-ups Peanut, you don't need one."

thinking....

Little Man: "How many do you want Mommy?"


Holy cow, how long does it take to run my check anyway! Can I please leave now, with just a shred of dignity left?

Man, kids are great, who needs condoms anyway?