Good Medicine

I just have to tell a story about Jim's recent "take Emma Claire to the doctor" experience. It began with a week of upset stomach sooooo knowing that we were about to go out of town, I wanted to make sure she was okay. I was convinced she had some kind of parasite because it was very different from stomach virus. Anyway, I had a CPR class the morning that I decided this doctor visit was necessary, so Jim got the job. I told him that the doctor was surely going to want a stool sample, so it would just be easier if he went ahead and took one with him.....I will leave out the details of how we retrieved it, but anyway, he and Emma Claire and Farrow Kate took off with a "brown bag" to the early clinic. While I was at the CPR class, I kept getting texts from Jim like "we are stinking up the whole waiting room" and "Farrow Kate keeps asking when the doctor is going to look in the bag" and "I am going to check the role at your CPR class to make sure you checked in". I was trying the keep the laughter under control but also feeling a little sorry for him. After about 1.5 hours of waiting, he texts that she has strep throat!!!! What????? So the doctor never even looked in the bag and Jim had to take it to the dumpster on the way to the pharmacy. Is that good medicine for a Daddy or what?