At the pediatrician's office, oh the hams! I'm with my sick little guy at the pediatricians office. Not only are there extra wide chairs for butter barges, there's a ham planet mom, hammy granny, and kid about my son's age. And of course there's excellent parenting going on, threatening to beat the (sick) kid's ass. Now ham mom is talking loudly on her cell phone.  Fats should not have kids.