Mischief Managed

Today we had to take Papa in to get an ultrasound biopsy of the lump that is carefully hidden behind his jaw bone.  When we got there, the nurse told us that only one of us could accompany him.  I told Hamad to go because he can lift dad if he needed to be moved out of the wheelchair.  They disappeared into the radiology department and were gone for a long time.  When they finally reemerged, Hamad had a twinkle in his eye.  They had made the mistake of leaving dad and Hamad alone in a room with the ultrasound machine left on.  After waiting long enough to become thoroughly bored, Hamad eyed the machine and thought, "What would grandma do?"  (I pointed out later that she might not be the best role model, which of course he disagreed with.)  So Hamad slathered his abdomen with ultrasound jelly and had a look.  When the technician walked in he demanded to know what Hamad was doing.  "I'm looking at my innards," he explained, even though it was pretty obvious.  He was pointedly invited to leave the ultrasound room.  In case you are curious about how his insides look, he reports that they are gray and lumpy.