The Slide

We've had sick kids this week. Michael started feeling "the yuck" on Tuesday and was down for the count yesterday. Today we were wondering why Audrey was being so ornery. When she fell asleep perched atop a sofa cushion, we realized she too had succumbed to "the yuck."

Because they're dropping like flies, we've played a lot of educational games for school and downed a lot of soup. In addition, the kids were not able to accompany me today to Max's first veterinary visit. I had planned on taking them so they could see firsthand what veterinary medicine is all about.

Perhaps it was my desire to turn the pricey visit into an educational experience which prompted me to, when informed that Max has worms, request a slide of his fecal matter for us to examine under our microscope. There was a slight pause before the lab tech agreed that, "Sure, that won't be a problem!" And I'm pretty sure the receptionist snickered a little when the lab tech brought the prepared poop slide out to me as I was checking out.

I suppose I could have prepared my own slide, but, well, since they already had one made, why should I be outside following my little puppy around for a sample?