"I hate it when they do that!"

The other day I took Jacob back to the dentist to have his stitches removed. While the Dutch doctor hovered over Jacob's wide-open mouth, the head dentist, also Dutch, walked by in the hallway outside. The first hollered at the second to come in and he did. They proceeded to talk to each other in Dutch at a very animated and rapid pace. They seemed to be concerned about something in Jacob's mouth and then they both started laughing until the head dentist walked out. The dentist resumed her work on Jacob's teeth and didn't bother to explain or translate. The Italian nurse looked at me and whispered, "I hate it when they do that!". I smiled. I know the feeling.