Me: Everyone sit, just sit.
Ashton (5): Roman, don't cry when you get a shot.
Roman (2): I don't wanna get a shot!
Me: Roman, you're not getting a shot.
Ashton: It's ok, just be brave.
Me: Ashton, stop! It's not even his appointment, it's you & PJ's check up.
Ashton: And I have to get a shot?
Me: You're gonna get a shot if you keep acting ugly.
Ashton: What?! *inaudible wail*
Roman: What's this?
Me: Roman, get out of the drawers. Ashton, leave the baby alone.
Roman: Can I see your phone?
Me: My phone is not your toy.
Ashton: What's this?
Me: Give me that! It's not a microphone, the doctor needs that to look in your ears.
Ashton: My ears don't hurt.
Me: I know, it's just...Roman, if you don't stop kicking that table, I'm going to kick you!
*door knob jiggles*
Me: Oh, I'm sorry. The stroller makes it a little tight in here. Hold on.
Doctor: *through door crack* Maybe you could...
Me: Wait, I'll just move it a little...Roman sit down.
Doctor: Well, here we are. *stepping inside* Hi guys!
Roman: Mommy said she's gonna kick me.
Ashton: And I'm only supposed to get a shot if I'm ugly.
PJ: *perfect time to start crying*
Me: Well...so good to see you again doctor. *pause* You're going to report this, aren't you.