I haven't been able to figure out why all the doc's we've tried have a one-family-member-per-day policy - it's very irritating and their explanations are usually lame.

I have, however, finally figured out why they instituted this policy.

The doc was sick and shuffled the appointments around to where two of the boys had appointments on the same day. We take all three boys in for the two appointments. The three boys are sitting there as the lady-doc goes over the teenager, poking, prodding, asking questions. Finally she tells him, "drop your pants and skivvies, you're going to turn your head and cough." As he does this, the two younger brothers burst out laughing - uncontrollably. The doc is going over his junk as his two brothers sit with tears streaming down their faces unable to breath. The doc then pronounces to the teenager, "I want you to touch your testicles from time to time and check to make sure they're all good." This sends the two brothers into orbit. As the teenager sits down, his middle brother leans into him and mutters "Hey, when you get home, make sure you touch your testicles from time to time and make sure they're all good there big guy!" They're almost in seizure at this point from giggling. She then calls the youngest up to the table to which he throws down his pants to his ankles and says "Here you go doc!" proudly showing his goods. The other two start to roll-around and the doc tries her best to do the exam, but the youngest is shaking from his own laughing as she prods at him. After about two minutes, she says, "Well, I think you're good but they're pretty hard to find." Oh man, that sends the other two into outer-space! But the youngest is undaunted. He replies, "I'm not worried doc. Dad says they may be little acorns now, but some day it'll be a mighty oak." At this point the other two are pounding on each other, laugh-crying, unable to get any air and even the doc has cracked a smile. At some point, they're able to calm down, finish up and be on their way.

I'm confident they'll be asking me to leave the brothers at home when the third returns for his visit.

Anytime there's not a reason, there's a reason...

Oh, man.. that's a great story. Next time I see Harrison, I'm going to wait until he's in a crowd (preferably of mixed company) and ask him if he touched his testicles today to make sure they're all good. I wonder if I'll be able to keep a straight face, or even get the whole question out without laughing.

Now Jason, that is my job....Harrison shouldn't have much problem keeping a straight face as long as he has Mike teaching him to play poker.

Mike, don't forget to take the wife in next time too, she could use the chuckle.

Ofcourse there was the time Coates developed a cyst on his buttock, his godmother took him into the specialist that the GP had referred him to, and you can imagine his concern when the specialist spoke to her as though she was his mother and wanted her to have a closer look at how he was suggesting surgery be done.

Innocent M

Just my 2¢. I like having a female Doctor. For those of us who are getting a little "older" it's good to have a Doctor with small fingers.