Normally, I don't speak much about too many personal things here, but I couldn't pass this story up knowing you would appreciate it. I just put my son to bed (he's 5) and this was our conversation:
Son: Hey Daddy... why do x-rays take so long?
Me: They don't take that long... don't you remember when I took you for x-rays when you broke your arm?
Son: No... I broke my arm?!
Me: Yep. You fell at home and I took you to the hospital I worked at and held you in my lap while someone else took x-rays of your arm. It only took a couple of minutes.
Son: But you're gone all day long when you take yours! I thought you just sit in front of the thing that takes the x-rays and then you look at your bones.
Me: Well, lots of people need x-rays every day. Sometimes we do about 200 x-rays every day on lots of people that need them because they are hurt or sick. That can take all day.
Son: Oh... I thought you just take your own x-rays of yourself all day and come home.
I would hate to see me radiation badge reading if he was right!
Son: Hey Daddy... why do x-rays take so long?
Me: They don't take that long... don't you remember when I took you for x-rays when you broke your arm?
Son: No... I broke my arm?!
Me: Yep. You fell at home and I took you to the hospital I worked at and held you in my lap while someone else took x-rays of your arm. It only took a couple of minutes.
Son: But you're gone all day long when you take yours! I thought you just sit in front of the thing that takes the x-rays and then you look at your bones.
Me: Well, lots of people need x-rays every day. Sometimes we do about 200 x-rays every day on lots of people that need them because they are hurt or sick. That can take all day.
Son: Oh... I thought you just take your own x-rays of yourself all day and come home.
I would hate to see me radiation badge reading if he was right!
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