Are you the dad or the brother?

There are two things that don't necessarily fit about Becky being at LPCH.  One, she is at a children's hospital.  Two, apart from mothers giving birth, usually the people who get admitted don't have husbands.

So one night I came to LPCH around 9 p.m. and headed straight to get my visitor badge from security.  They go ahead and start asking me the questions I've answered for about a year now.

"Where are you going?"

"Last name?"

"Have you been exposed to the nasal flu vaccine?"

"What is the PIN # for your debit card?"

"Blah blah blah..."

Okay, they don't ask you about your pin, but you get the picture.  They obviously ask these questions to screen out people who don't need to be there.  I, however, am a peson who needs to be here.  So one night I get a question I have never heard before.  

"What is your relation to the patient?"

"I'm the husband," I reply confidently.

The guard gives me a confused look back and starts writing down my information.  He then asks me, "Are you the father?"

Reaching my patience limit, I decide to say, "Yes, I am the father" in my most adult voice, hoping that if I just answer the question, he will grant me access to see my wife.  He gives me my badge and I am as happy as a kid in a candy store.  Though glad I got my golden ticket, I walk away chuckling under my breath, wondering what question I will get asked next.

Later that day while I was lying down on the couch, someone asked Becky if I was her brother.  I heard this and just smiled and shook my head.  

So for the record, I am not the father or brother.  I am Becky's husband :)