I had to take him to the doctors. To try and make this a little smoother I bought him some yoghurt, like this one:
He doesn't get them often, every time he has had them he's sat there, still and happy until he'd finished. I thought it'd be a nice treat and afternoon tea while waiting.
Get to the doctors, pull the yoghurt out and he starts drinking. I was feeling pretty pleased with myself. Suddenly he went to leap out of my arms to the ground, oh no. I tried to persuade him to stay on my lap but no. There were kids playing in the corner and he was curious. I let him down. I couldn't stand the thought of the yoghurt packet touching the ground and then him putting it in his mouth. I went to grab the packet and of course he was not happy.
To prevent me grabbing it and in his tantrum he furiously moved his arms around. As he is doing this yoghurt is flying EVERYWHERE. After what felt like forever I got the yoghurt off him. I could feel so many sets of eyes on me as I surveyed the damage.
There was yoghurt all over the floor, like a beautiful work of art. That's ok, I can clean that. I look up, oh no... The guy opposite us had yoghurt on his jeans, on both legs. He would have been in his early 20's. I can honestly say the thought did cross my mind to not tell him!!! But I did. He was very nice, thankfully.
I cleaned the mess up (with the help from the lovely staff), the doctor couldn't call my name quick enough!!!
Note to self:
1 - don't miss naps
2 - don't give him a yoghurt pouch at the doctors
