No cut my tinger off!

Addison has been weezing for a couple of days. Her weezing was getting worse and her temperature was getting higher. Josh made a call to the Dr. and scheduled an appt. with the on call Dr. last night. I have never had good luck with the on-call doctors or convenient care. But, we were optimistic! After the on-call Dr. walked in (imagine a 60 yr. old man, wearing tan skinny jeans, a tan button up shirt and looney tunes tie) my optimism started to shrink. Being concerned about her wheezing, he sent us over for a chest x-ray. Then, after x-ray, a potty stop, and a few waiting periods we were back in the original room to get the results. Chest x-ray of lungs was clear! He/we decided that putting Addison on neb treatments would be the best option! At this point, this Dr. had done more for me than any Dr. since Addison was born! Who was I to judge the on-call clinic, or skinny jeans for that matter. So, overall the night was a good one and they gave Addison a breathing treatment before we left the Dr. office. It helped immediately, and made us all feel a little better!

While waiting for the Doc to come in and check Addison's breathing after her treatment, Addison and I had this conversation:

(Addison is sitting on my lap with her finger in her nose.)

Me: Addison please get your finger out of your nose, that is yucky.
Addison: No! (While she sits and continues to pick her nose.)
Me: Ok, well that Doctor is going to come in and cut your finger off if you don't stop picking your nose.
Addison: No! (As she snuggles in and hides her hands in my chest!)

Then the Doc comes into the room.

Addison: "No, cut my tinger off!, no cut my tinger off!"
Doctor: What honey?
Me: I told her you would be cutting her finger off if she kept putting it in her nose.
Doctor: Honey, you will have plenty of fingers left when you leave here to put in your nose!