...And he gets paid more than me!

I had my 32 week OB appointment today and because it was colder out this morning, I decided to wear my long-sleeved "Baby by Rob" shirt. I figured somebody at the doctor's office would appreciate it. Boy, was I ever right!

Apparently, one of the OB's there LOVED my shirt and wanted to take a picture of it to send to his wife (?). Whatever, sure you can. So, my nurse placed me in an examination room to wait for the doctor who wanted to take the picture. As we were waiting, Rob sat in the chair next to the door and the two of us were just goofing off until he walked in. The doc looks at my shirt and reads it, "'Baby by Rob'." He looks up at me, "Who's Rob?" Seriously?!?!?

Rob perks up in his chair, all kinds of offended, "I'm Rob!" he says. I about died!!! But, wait, it gets better: The doctor looks at my husband and offers his hand, saying, "I'm Rob, too!" I had to literally shake my head to make sure I heard him right. And then, the doc says "That was awkward." He ended up taking the photo of the shirt, but Rob and I looked at each other afterward and just shook our heads.

This doctor, who has spent the vast majority of his adult life in higher education, deserves the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps he really isn't that inept. Our thought was that maybe he didn't see Rob sitting in the chair as he walked past him...? Certainly he should notice a rather large man sitting in a chair in this small exam room. Maybe not, though. Who knows? I mean, this guy gets paid a LOT more than I do and he seemed in this instance to have less brain than me. And, that's saying a lot coming from a pregnant woman!

The famous quote of the day, however, is "I'm Rob!" The look on Rob's face during this exchange was priceless! He was actually offended that the doctor would think that he would come to an appointment like this with a woman who was NOT carrying his baby. If he's not Rob, then who the heck is he and what the heck would he be doing there? Sheesh!

Why? Because I'm acting CRAZY?!?!?

Ryan refused to take a nap after church this afternoon. Instead, he played in his bedroom and then was told to clean up the mess. He did a pretty good job (for a 4 year old) in cleaning up. When he was finished, he came out to the kitchen with every Lightning McQueen toy car he owns. While playing with said cars, he began singing:

We wish we were Merry Christmas,
We wish we were Merry Christmas,
We wish we were Merry Christmas
AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

When he saw that his lyrics were causing us to smile, he began a more animated approach to his singing. Ryan went to the breakfast bar and began jumping up and down while singing his song.

I looked at him while he was doing that and said, "Oh, Bubba, you should have taken a nap today!"

Without missing a beat (or a jump), he asked, "Why? Because I'm acting CRAZY?!?!?"

Hit the nail on the head, didn't he?