After 12 go-rounds with strep over the past 24 months, including a trip to the ER with a 105.6* temp at one point, Little Man is scheduled to have the offending tonsils (and possibly their buddies, the adenoids) removed.
I gave the doc a choice - either they take them out or I will. The doc chose wisely. Little Man goes in Wednesday.
The night before the pre-op appointment, we were discussing over dinner how the doctors would be removing his tonsils. He hypothesized that the doctors would send a small robot (think Wall-E) down his throat with a mini saw to cut his tonsils out. I laughed at the scope of his imagination and encouraged him to ask the doctor what the plan was.
The next morning, the surgeon is carefully explaining the procedure to me and Little Man and the boy raises his hand (he has manners, let me tell you).
LM: Are you going to send a little robot down into my throat with a saw to cut out my tonsils?
LM: You know, like Wall-E?
SURGEON: Wow. Well, um...not exactly. *blah blah blah* wand with electricity to zap the blood vessels in your tonsils *blah blah blah*
LM (eyes as wide as saucers): You mean you're gonna use a LIGHT SABER???
SURGEON: Is this kid for real??
So tomorrow, we head in and I hand my baby boy over to the anesthesiologist and the surgeon. It's a routine procedure but he's my baby boy and he's not routine.