alright, for B's V appt Z went with for the consultation. the dr is a urologist & there were lots of graphic posters on the wall which led to lots of questions...one of the things discussed was the bladder, we explained to him how the bladder is like a balloon that fills up, blah, blah, blah. later that afternoon he told us he needed to use the bathroom because his bladder was full.
when we were on our way back to the dr's office for a check up, B explained to Z that we were going to see "the pp dr", his eyes were the size of 50 cent pieces.
there's a "pp dr"?
a few days later i overheard Z telling his friend about "the pp dr"...i'm not sure what all was discussed, i think i may have blacked out.
on Mon B had his final check up & on our way there, although all we said was we were going to the dr, Z knew which dr & he sat in the backseat singing
"pp dr, pp dr, pp dr"
we decided to stay quiet & just not fuel the fire.
B checked out fine thankfully.