The room was aflutter with nurses and our dentist.
WHICH SHOW WOULD YOU LIKE TO WATCH, LITTLE E?
And because my son is the most predictable child in the world he asked them to play Thomas the Train. Shocking, I know. He didn't take my whispered suggestion of Orange is the New Black. Boo on him.
The familiar Thomas tune began playing. The one that haunts my fitful dreams.
I watched as Little E's face went from smiling to chaos.
The nurse had queued up the Thomas Christmas episode.
I try to steer clear of all the Christmas episodes of their favorite cartoons. I'm slowly introducing them to the idea that they are different from most people and do not celebrate the most amazing, awesome holiday that ever existed. It can be a hard pill to swallow for a child.
Little E couldn't hold in his panic any longer. He screamed as if his eyeballs were burning out of his skull.
BUT WE'RE JEWISH! WE'RE JEWISH!
I hung my head and chuckled.
So did our dentist and everyone within earshot.
***WARNING. BAD 80'S CHUCK NORRIS MOVIE REFERENCE***
I would NOT want to be traveling with this kid on the plane hijacked in Delta Force.