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Ok, so yesterday DS and I walked up to the hospital. DH is overnight on-call, which means he is gone from 5:30 AM Saturday through about 1:00 PM Sunday. A long haul, and Satuday nights are the WORST (man, I talked to him this morning about 2:30 AM...he wanted to kill someone). But any-hoo...we went to take him some cookies/show support and just say hi.
The hospital complex is made up primarily of two hospitals: the principal hospital and the children's hospital. We always turn up the street that separates the two. The children's hospital side of the street is lined with giant animal-shaped topiaries, brightly painted sculptures, etc. Very clean and lovely. The other side of the street minimal, pretty much unlandscaped, and includes the covered shelter where folks go to smoke.
On the children's hospital side of the street, there are signs reading "NO SMOKING IN THIS AREA." There are a billion of all over the campus in general, and DS recognizes them (he can't read them--I've told him).
So...you guessed it. As we cross the street, my three-year-old breaks from my grip, runs over to the smoking shelter, throws his hands into the air in despair, and reprimands everyone: "THERE IS NO SMOKING IN THIS AREA!!!!"
OM Gosh. I grab him and apologize to the twenty or so people who were just trying to catch a drag. I was so embarrassed. These poor people, for the most part, are family members of patients, under enormous stress. Personally, if I were in their positions, I'd probably have to thread an IV line of Coca-Cola into me, to feed my bad habit.
THEN...a half-a-block later, we came to the side entrance of the hospital. There is a different type of placard next to the door--one with a slash-through symbol superimposed on the image of a handgun and the words underneath, "NO WEAPONS ON THE PREMISES." DS asks what the sign reads. I read it to him and add that it means that you may not carry guns into the hospital. He pauses, takes it in, and says with complete confidence:
"Yeah, Mom. Because the doctors would fight over patients."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! And I can't say he's 100% wrong!!!
The hospital complex is made up primarily of two hospitals: the principal hospital and the children's hospital. We always turn up the street that separates the two. The children's hospital side of the street is lined with giant animal-shaped topiaries, brightly painted sculptures, etc. Very clean and lovely. The other side of the street minimal, pretty much unlandscaped, and includes the covered shelter where folks go to smoke.
On the children's hospital side of the street, there are signs reading "NO SMOKING IN THIS AREA." There are a billion of all over the campus in general, and DS recognizes them (he can't read them--I've told him).
So...you guessed it. As we cross the street, my three-year-old breaks from my grip, runs over to the smoking shelter, throws his hands into the air in despair, and reprimands everyone: "THERE IS NO SMOKING IN THIS AREA!!!!"
OM Gosh. I grab him and apologize to the twenty or so people who were just trying to catch a drag. I was so embarrassed. These poor people, for the most part, are family members of patients, under enormous stress. Personally, if I were in their positions, I'd probably have to thread an IV line of Coca-Cola into me, to feed my bad habit.
THEN...a half-a-block later, we came to the side entrance of the hospital. There is a different type of placard next to the door--one with a slash-through symbol superimposed on the image of a handgun and the words underneath, "NO WEAPONS ON THE PREMISES." DS asks what the sign reads. I read it to him and add that it means that you may not carry guns into the hospital. He pauses, takes it in, and says with complete confidence:
"Yeah, Mom. Because the doctors would fight over patients."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! And I can't say he's 100% wrong!!!
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