Doctor Ethan
So, this morning my 7 year old grandson, Ethan, wants to play doctor. He lays out some covers on the couch and says, "This is the hospital, come over here and lay down grandma and I'll check you out." He then lays his head on my chest and says my heart sounds good, puts his hands on both side of my head and says, "Your head bone feels ok" Last but not least he throws his arms around me and gives me a great big hug and says, "Well? You hug pretty good." It turns out that I have Polka-Dotitis! So, he gets a pretend shotter that he has to hold in both hands and gives me a shot in my pointer finger...OUCH!!! Then says I'll get you some medicine." He then proceeds to go to the refrigerator and get me some milk (that's the medicine)...I take my medicine and he tells me I have to stay in the hospital for 3 weeks...HUM...he covers me up and gives me a stuffed toy to hug. I was thoroughly enjoying being comfortable on the couch until I heard 10 month old Drew in the kitchen pulling all my bowls out of the cabinet...so I had to release myself from the hospital without my doctors permission to go and rescue the rest of the kitchen. Now the doctor is watching Sponge Bob and Drew is confined to the safety of his walker.
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