Like Mother, Like Son

Bob attended what should have been a fantastic birthday party this morning. But after 30 minutes, Bob announced that it was too crowded, too noisy, and too many people bumping in to me. He far preferred hanging out in the lobby where it was quiet.

We then went to my friend's vet clinic. He got to hide in a dog cage, perform SNAP tests, listen to hearts, watch surgery, meet all kinds of dogs and people. He declared that he liked the vet clinic much better.

What have I done?