Friday, November 6, 2009
I asked Bob what he would like to be when he grows up. He answered, “A grown up.” Excellent.
And then, “A Mama or a Daddy.”
Nice. And also, “A doctor. A doctor, teacher.”
He also informed me that, “Nurses take care of people and doctors fix people. I can fix you.” (How long I have waited to hear those exact words.)
This is a photo of Bob’s current favorite medical instrument:
The "Dad Golf Pro" half-golf ball shaped tape measure key chain, complete with a picture of a nine iron wielding Tasmanian Devil. (I'm pretty sure Tiger Woods uses this exact model.) Jeff won this at a ring-toss game at his office Halloween party. Re-read that last sentence. Ring toss? Exactly what kind of drunken frat house does he work for?
Bob uses the Tasmanian half-ball to measure our headaches and tummy aches. He will then diagnose our ailments as either, “big” or “not so big.”
Jeff’s current prescription, “Maybe a glass of juice or water will make you feel better, Daddy.” True enough.
For me, “Mama, you always like a kiss.” He has us figured out.
Our dog Daisy, “Wants a sandwich.” Always.
Pearl the cat, “Needs a privacy.” Wise words.
Note: Dr. Bob accepts insurance but is not currently on any managed care plans. Dr. Bob will validate parking.
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