It was time for my son to pay a visit to the orthodontist. He's not one to sit quietly in a chair and wait his turn. He always has to find or provide some type of entertainment.
"Mama," he said. "Hold these cups." He grabbed a few cups from the sink and put them up to his ears.
I held the cups on his ears. Then he put one over his nose, and a few on top of his head.
"How do I look?' he asked.
The next source of entertainment involved karate. He imagined he was a black belt karate master. He ran around the office doing karate moves in front of the other patients.
"Dude, get over here," I said. "You're going to hurt someone!"
The last form of entertainment involved a couple of tropical plants. They were very pretty bush-like flowering things. My boy crawled under one and disappeared.
"Bubba, get out of the jungle," I said.
"Yeah, Tarzan," joked a nurse. "I've had that plant ten years. If you hurt my baby, I'm going to hurt you!"
Uh oh. And that was the end of the fun.