At the doctors office
Nurse asks, “hi how old are you?”
Clary just stares.
“Can you step on the scale.”
He steps and she records.
“Great! Can you stand under here so I can measure you?” Pointing to the stadiometer.
Clary walks face forward up to it and I laugh.
“Turn around baby.”
“Ok I’m going to take your temperature.” And touches the electric thermometer up to his forehead.
“No!” He screams upset. “I want my temperature back! I want my temperature back.” Groping at the air, crying, and putting the invisible temperature back to his forehead.
I chuckle realizing someone just took his heat.