So.
Today Ella is playing with her doctor kit. There's a little stethescope, a thermometer, some bandaids...all sorts of dr. riffic stuff. She's playing with these toys off and on all day. Anna's down for a nap and I decide it will be very fun to play with her. I lay(lie, laid, - whatever - you know what I mean) and start coughing. I told her I'm very sick and I need a doctor. She comes right over and starts talking in the sweetest voice imaginable.
"Oh you poor mommy. I'm so sorry you're sick."
Then she pats the poor mommy on the head and says,
"I'm sorry you're sick but I'm not a doctor. I'm actually a dentist." and walks away.
:( Dude! I was so dissed by my own kid!
That's enough for now - I have some pictures to hopefully post tonight of the goings-on in the big city...
3 comments:
Oh mercy me!! ROTFLMBO!!! As a sobering thought, this should help you get ready for the teenage years. Sounds like our Ella has a good grip on that already....\,,/ Nonna Marianne
BTW, where are the pics??? We're waiting....NM
Ok, ok, where are the pictures??? I'm going through picture withdrawal here...have some pity. Nonna Marianne
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