I had to have some blood work done today, and I took Carson. It was supposed to be a short visit, but because of miscommunication and lost paperwork, we were there almost an hour. Carson was very patient. My version for him was that I had to have a “shot” so they could check on the baby.
When we were finally done, I told Carson as much, and as I was putting my coat on, he scrunched up his forehead and looked at me with a confused look and said, “They not take the baby out today?” Ha! Nope, not for a long, long time. Right, Jenna?