And now it's time for:
Storytime with the resident old man(Trademark pending)
Back when I was a little kid, I had two, rather pronounced bumps on the front of my head, one on each side. It was because of how my skull was shaped, and I eventually grew out of them, but one day, my mother took me to the pediatrician's office over them.
Did she think my skull was broken? No.
Did she think I had hit my head? No.
Did she think it was a brain tumor? No.
She asked the pediatrician square to their face if I was growing horns, like a demon.
This has been: Storytime with the resident old man(Trademark pending)