Fuss got a toy first aid chest full of doctor tools the other day and he's mad for them.
As I was packing up today's orders he strolled up, holding it under his arm like a portfolio.
"Dada...you wanna play doctor with me?"
"I can't right now Fuss, I'm packing."
"No! NO packing! Play!"
"Try mama, maybe she can play?"
"No.....mama's got hiccups."
Later I wandered in to find her reading in bed while Fuss attended with his doctors tools. He held the stethoscope aloft and proclaimed "I fixed mama's hiccups!"
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