My endocrinologist, who I now see for my newly acquired thyroid problem (thank you, pregnancy) is 80 years old and the NICEST man, but also quite possibly the weirdest, and he never lets the appointment end without giving me parenting advice that I did not ask for.
Doctor: “The books are going to tell you all kinds of things, and everyone is going to have their opinion, but let me tell you right now, the best thing you can do is have your baby sleep in the bed with you.”
Me: “Oh, yeah I mean I have no judgement about that. I’m not sure it’s the route we’re going to take, but–”
Doctor: “I’m telling you, do it. It’s just the most wonderful thing to have your kid in your bed with you. And don’t let anyone tell you it’s dangerous, or it’s not healthy. That’s nonsense. Don’t listen to the critics– you can have them sleeping in your bed with you ’til they’re 13!”
Me: (laughing) “13!? Alright well THAT’S a little extreme.”
Doctor: “That’s what my wife and I did with our son.”
Doctor: “Yeah and I’ll tell you what, he grew up to be a very nice Jewish man. Very successful, very smart, very well-known. Went into politics. ”
Oh. Is this him?