A Diabolical Doctor Visit

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 As Logged By:

Agent West 

 

 Will they check my temperature?

Or see if I'm starting to mature?

This diabolical dude doesn't think so.

Especially, when I've got a spit bubble to blow!

 

 The nurses look so nervous.

And the doctor can hardly serve us.

Do they know that I am hiding

 Something stinky that's never subsiding!

 

"West is going to do great," Daddy reassures.
 
Mommy, however, doesn't look so convinced.  "You didn't witness what he did last time."
 
I grin a big whopper as I remember.  The nurses got ready to check my height and weight, they bent down to get a better look at the scale, and PPHHHRRRRFFFFFTTTTTT!
 
What can this dude do today?
 
"He'll be fine."  However, Daddy's no longer looking nearly as sure.  
 
This waiting takes forever.  To help pass the time, I blow a spit bubble, then another.
 
"He's drooling," Daddy notices and helps wipe my chin. 
 
"West!"  The nurse calls, her practiced smile twitches and threatens to fall when she sees me.  "Umm, I'm going to get the intern to help with the weight and height measurements."
 
HAHA!  Poor intern.
 
Should I be nice?  
 
The young lady lays me on the scale with a smile on her face.  She's so happy to be here, I might just give her an easy... 
 
PPHHHHRRRRRTHTHTHTHTTTTTTT!
 
Oops.  A smallish, more like medium, one came out.
 
"Oh, he's got a bit of gas," the young intern says and squeezes her nostrils together when the stench makes its way to her nose.  "Wow, what's he been eating?"
 
"That's what we'd like to know," Mommy admits.
 
 "I can take it from here," the nurse says to the intern, thinking the coast is clear.
 
We head to room five and already I'm starting to feel nervous.  Have they mentioned anything about a shot?  Am I getting a shot!?
 
PPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFPPPPPPPTTTT!
 
Oh, man!  Even I'm smelling that one, and not in a good way.  Whof!  That's is bad.  It's turning Mommy green, Daddy's grabbing his stomach, even I may make a scene! 
 
"Oh, umm..." The nurse can't decide if she should turn to stone or fall straight to the ground.  "I think I'll get the intern again." 
 
She hurries out of the room, leaving the door wide open.
 
The doctor walks by and looks into the room.  His eyes bug out of his head when he sees me and he rushes away.
 
Just for that, I'll leave something extra special in my diaper for him.
 
The intern returns with a light flush to her cheeks.  
 
"Okay, it looks like his growth chart is doing great and I see he isn't due for any shots tod..."
 
PHHHFFRRTT!
 
Oops!
 
I'm so relieved that one accidentally slips out.
 
PHHHFFRRTT!
 
Okay, another did too.
 
Just wait until the doctor comes in...
 
 

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