When I took Sam for his final X- Ray, to make sure his broken collarbone was healed, we ended up waiting for the doctor in the examining room for over 45 minutes. Five year old, ball of energy, Sam was climbing the examining table like a jungle gym. He wanted to get up on the table, get down again, over and over and over again. He asked his usual million questions about every. single. device. in the room. What’s this for? What’s that ? I was ready for him to have his exam and get out of there. I found a magazine and tried to distract myself. It happened to be a Good Housekeeping . On the...
