One of Dr. Pissy's staff has a delightful 2 1/2 year old girl named Rachel.
This summer, due to her babysitter being on a family vacation, Rachel is at the office most days. I'm sure this irritates some people, but at our little dumpster fire of an office, we don't care. She's fun and adorable, and is a pleasant distraction from the everyday routine of medicine.
Currently Rachel is in a phase where EVERYTHING is related to her birthday, even things that are not. For example:
Dr. Pissy: "Those are nice shoes, Rachel."
Rachel: "I got them for my birthday."
Dr. Grumpy: "Is that a good corn dog, Rachel?"
Rachel: "Yes. I got it for my birthday."
Random Patient: "Is that a horse you're drawing a picture of, Rachel?"
Rachel: "It's for my birthday."
(for the record, Rachel's birthday is somewhere around Christmas)
Yesterday, I was getting ready to leave and went to get my briefcase. For some reason Rachel followed me down the hall, and I didn't hear her behind me.
I picked up my briefcase, turned around, and WHACK! my briefcase hit Rachel on the side of her forehead. It wasn't too hard, but enough to surprise and hurt her.
"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"
Her mother (and most of the front office) came charging back to see what happened. I was trying to comfort Rachel (without much success) and as soon as she saw her Mom, she ran to her.
Mom: "Rachel, did you get hurt? What happened?"
Rachel: "DR. GRUMPY HIT ME IN THE HEAD FOR MY BIRTHDAY!"