She dutifully asked for the patient's name, but the waiting room was so crowded and noisy that she had a hard time hearing me. Now, we've run into people who think Sydney's name is Cindy and that is completely understandable to me as the "d" and "n" are easily switched and the name Cindy is an actual name. But the receptionist thought I called her Disney. Really? Do you know anyone who's named their child Disney?
And while I was still giggling about the Disney mix-up, the dad sitting behind me made me laugh even harder when he called for his son, Tres Bien. I kid you not, that child's name was Tres Bien. I've heard of Tres (or Trey) as a nickname for a child who shares a name with his dad and grandpa, but I'd never heard Tres Bien. Of course, there could be some kind of official spelling for that name that I am not aware of, but to my ear, that poor child's name was French for "very good."
So even though my sweet girl is feeling icky and I was not happy about spending an hour in an overcrowded pediatrician's
