You know what I'm doing this morning? Visiting the Hotty Pediatrician solely to have an in-depth discussion about poop.
I'm thinking of leading with "hey, have I ever told you that you are really hot?" I figure that way, he'll be so embarrassed he won't even notice I'm talking to him about poop and it will be like it never happened and I can maintain my air of mystery and glamor. Although, I already have peanut butter on my pants and no time to change, so it is always possible I am not quite as mysterious and glamorous as I lead myself to believe.