shoulda woulda coulda

Last week, Jem had his 4 year check-up. We are about 4 months behind due to an insurance issue but that is another story. Anyway, after the nurse was finished taking his blood pressure and temperature, she told him to strip down to his underwear and socks. The Dr. came in shortly thereafter and I sat there while she and Jem chatted. They played "I spy" with colors and shapes. She had him draw a square and a circle. She asked him if he drank his milk and ate his vegetables. He had to hop on one foot and then bound across the room like a rabbit. And as I watched this process the most insistent voice in my head wasn't saying, "Wow! He's doing great. He's answering every question." It wasn't even saying, "Gee, I hope this is over soon." Nope. The loudest voice in my head was shouting at me, "Man, I wish I would have put him in tighter underwear this morning."