I had a flashback of an incident involving one of my sons when he was about four-years-old. I had developed a rather large hemorrhoid and had a doctor appointment to get the problem checked. We had some other things do while we were out so my doctor appointment was part of a family event for the day.
Being a typical four-year-old, Tim was inquiring with a series of questions as to the plan of the day.
“Where are we going?”
“We’re going to the doctor.”
Doctor appointments aren't always a pleasant experience in a child’s memory so the next question was to be exspected.
I have always believed that when children ask a question then you should answer honestly but within their ability to understand.
“I have to get my butt checked.”
That satisfied him. As long the doctor visit didn't involve him and sharp instruments then he was perfectly okay with going to the doctor. The boys were kept occupied, by their mother, with storybooks while I was in the examining room.
“Did the doctor check your butt, Dad?”
I didn't blink. I was getting what was coming to me.
“Yep, he sure did.”
I looked at the receptionist with just a little bit of embarrassment. She looked back with a little smile that I took to mean; it happens all of the time. Don’t worry.
“Never any privacy, huh?” She spoke softly so that everyone in the waiting area didn't hear her but it wasn't necessary. Tim had already made an adequate disclosure.