Trip to the Chemist

#3 son is now at school fulltime and I do the school pick up duty. When he gets home he goes to his room and gets changed ( knocked 15 minutes of his previous best today it only took 30 minutes) then has a snack in front of the tv.

Today we had to walk to the chemist to pick up his prescription and I told him we'd go after his snack. How can anyone make a packet of skips last 25 minutes? He'd chosen his own clothes; a t-shirt, shorts, stripey socks, sandals and two pairs of pants "because the first pair were uncomfortable"!

We walked along the road holding hands. He was hanging on bent over and sort of skipping, he looked like Marty Feldman in Young Frankenstein only smaller and on acid. When we got to the top of the hill and he realised we weren't going the way he wanted he started to headbutt my arm. That's the arm with my wrist watch on!

We get to the chemist and he's all excitable, red and sweaty with an imprint of my watch on his forehead. He sits on the chair next to a large black man and stares at him, the stares interrupted by "when's my medicine ready?" in a loud bark. An old lady with a walking stick comes in and I ask him to move so she can sit down. He tries to turn me into a pillar of salt with a glare but she doesn't want to sit down, crisis averted until she turns her back. She turns round and he make a loud raspberry sound, "I did it at the radio!" he protests, no-one is convinced especially the old lady who doesn't look happy. He does it again, trying not to laugh I admonish him then he cocks his leg lets off a huge (really huge!) fart and laughs his head off. The old lady is shaking her head and I ask him "what do you say?". "Pardon" he says then does it again.

Now all the customers are saying "when's his medicine ready?". We get the parcel and head for the Co-op, god help them!!