As we drove to Kevin’s doctor’s office, Kevin finally spoke up. “Carrie…this whole thing was pretty…uh…thanks for…you know…for being cool about the whole thing,” he whispered.
A bunch of responses ran through my mind. “Don’t worry, I’ve changed my brothers’ and sisters’ kids plenty of times.” or “No big deal, these things happen.” or “It’s okay, you don’t have anything I haven’t seen before.” But I settled on, “Hey, Kevin, that’s what friends are for.” I glanced over at Kevin and could tell he liked that answer.
The office was attached to the Doctor’s house, a pretty common thing in suburbs, but it confuses people from the city. When we pulled into the driveway, Terri was already there and came over to meet us. “Hi Kiddo,” she said, “had a rough day, huh?” Kevin just looked up at her and nodded his head.
“Come on, lets see Doctor Fisher.”