Had a teenage in for his shots today, and in toe was Moo with 7 year old bouncing crack-monkey. The moment crack-monkey walked in, he was into everything. This was no exaggeration, he was sticking his grubby paws on everything in my clinic. Pulling out boxes, poking computer terminals, mashing keyboards and upturning computer mouses, and fiddling with treatments bed controls. Luckily, he didn't decide to get into my syringe drawer, as I would've shrieked at him regardless of mama-bear. If I had a sharps container within reach, he would've no doubt turned it out and played with the used syringes.
The thing is that the brat wasn't even there for treatment, he was merely a guest for his older brother, and generally getting in the way while I was administering an invasive treatment. Thing is that other brother was an neurotypical (lights are on, but nobody's home) aspie-tard, so it's obvious that Moo's oven is defected, as no doubt crack-monkey is somewhere on the tardism scale.
Still, it's a medical treatment room, not some playground. What blew my mind, was the monkey actually demanded me to give him a syringe, and Moo approved of it
. Seriously! he wanted me to give him a sharp instrument to play with, and Moo didn't batter an eyelid. I glared at them both, and denied it, repeating the organizational policy of refusing such a moronically dangerous and negligent request (albeit more diplomatically). I didn't go any further an explain that the policies are in place to protect the organization from retards darwinising themselves with the full knowledge of their grossly negligent parents, or the fact that I would lose my job if I was dumb enough to give into such an insanely dangerous demand- as it was abundantly obvious that Moo couldn't give a rats about the safety of her tard-monkey nor my career.
All I could do is get them the hell outta my clinic as fast as I could, and bleached the heck outta everything tard stuck his disgusting mitts on.