Jenny's naivete

When I was in early elementary school, I had a bout of warts on my hands. At the time, the general pediatrician did not do the dry ice thing to get rid of them. You had to go to a specialist. I dreaded visits to this specialist, whom I called "The Wart Doctor." I hated the smell of the dry ice, and it was painful.

I had forgotten about these doctor visits. I hadn't thought about them in years until Eleanor got a wart on her foot.

It's only now that I've realized that the doctor must have been a dermatologist, that there is not a medical sub-specialty called "Wart Doctoring," and there is no doctor's office devoted solely to the eradication of children's warts.