I recently made a trip to the dentist and while I was getting my teeth cleaned I had babe-o’s in my lap and Ham next to me on a stool. I had booked the first appointment of the day in hopes that my husband could go to work a little bit late. No such luck; he was on an early train. It all ended up okay.

Sure, I would rather sit their happily reading People magazine, but I don’t mind dragging them along to various appointments if it helps them learn that there’s nothing to be afraid of. I’ve taken them to my eye doctor and endocrinologist.  They’ve seen me get my blood drawn and have even been to beauty appointments and watched me get my eyebrows waxed.  But I do draw the line at the yearly visit to the gynaecologist!