While cleaning out the play room for a transformation to homeschool room, I realized that we needed some storage for all our doctor and nurse accessories. So rather than clean any more I headed to the sewing machine (why is this playroom project taking so long!?)
J had been begging for a messenger bag. When she saw his, Sweet P. (who is actually the doctor with the most developed bedside manner) needed one too.
When bandaging Poppa the other night Sweet P was sorry to inform him he had Hepatitis D. (We've been talking about germs and famous doctors like Louis Pasteur. Hepatitis D sounds much more serious than any of the other Hepatitis you could get, doesn't it.)
And (she leaned in and whispered for emphasis,
palpitating his stomach)
...you swallowed a shoe.
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