Nerdguy and I are in the process of starting testing for ADHD. We have joked about having it for quite awhile now. Not really joking though. More like that way you tell someone that you like to read on the toilet, and you pretend you are kidding in case they think you are a total freak, but when you get that sense that they do too, you can make direct eye contact…perhaps held a minute or seven too long…and assure them that you absolutely read…and do your taxes…on the toilet. Okay, maybe not exactly like that, but you get the gist.
So I guess that was just the opening that the pediatrician was looking for to break us the news, because she had a questionnaire printed out and waiting for me at Molly’s last appointment. Not even a veiled “Oh you never know, one can never be too careful, I’ll just go and get one from the other room, I’ll be awhile because it never occurred to me to have that out for you,” approach. It was actually quite a bit like watching Alicia pull the smoking gun out of her files in court on The Good Wife.
