Sanders.
Sanders:Tommy! Come on, buddy, this way!
Tommy: Yes daddy! Coming!
*Sanders and his youngest son Tommy who is around 5 had just gotten out of the elevator at the Dallas General Hospital and turned right on to a hallway.
*They eventually found the psychiatrist's office and went inside.
Secretary: Oh Mr.Sanders! You are a little early!
Sanders:Well I like to be on time to things like this but yes I am a little early.
Secretary: Well I am just letting you that doctor Brown will be a late since he is stuck in traffic right now.
Sanders:That's not a problem will just wait for him.
*They went to go sit in the waiting room chairs*
Sanders: Hey Tommy why don't you grab me a water bottle from the vending machine and you get yourself a drink and a snack too,ok?
*He hands him the cash*
Tommy: Alright daddy! *he runs off to the vending machine that's outside the room*