My friend went for an MRI on her ankle; she took her two youngest, thinking she could talk to them about what was happening. Instead, the children had to wait in a waiting room. The staff brought them a little treat, gave them books and magazines to occupy themselves and watched over them while my friend was in there.
When she came out, she tried to gather things and get them all out quickly, trying to keep the kids quiet while she dealt with the paperwork. But her little 5 year old daughter kept asking, "What's our names, Mommy?" "Don't be silly, you know your names, and so do I." Little S persisted with her question until they were on their way out and my friend answered with annoyance, "You're little S, he's J, WHY?!" She was surprised to see her little one so relieved and even more surprised when her daughter responded, "Oh, good! I thought that machine erased your brain and you would forget us and then you would go marry someone else besides Daddy!"
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