Special needs

The conversation tonight went something like this:

Me: How was sibshops? What did you talk about?
Lauren: My brother (with a "duh" look).

Me: What about?

Lauren: His name. Then my name and that I'm seven.

Me: Oh. What did other kids talk about?
Lauren: Their brother or sister's special needs.

Me: Oh. What did you say?

Lauren: That I didn't remember.

Me (to Mason): What's your special need?
Mason: Ice cream!

Today Mason had an appointment at the pulmonologist. I won't go into all the details here. However, tonight I called the pharmacy to see if his refill for one of his medications was ready. The conversation went like this:

Me: Hi, I'm calling to see if my son's prescription was ready.

Pharmacy tech: Is this Mason's mom?

Me: Yes

Pharamacy tech: Yes it's ready.

I am not even joking. I didn't even say my first or last name or even Mason's name!