Paging Doctor Dangerous

Life has been stupidly busy. I am ready to get off this train and onto a plane to somewhere tropical where I can sip drinks in coconuts and blog all day. And read Twilight.

Sigh.

It is late and I should be in bed. But I am so unbelievably dedicated to you, my Faithful Few, that I had to share a quick tid-bit of my life today.

Somehow my son has learned to play doctor. Yah. I know what you're thinking. But all repressed memories aside, I really have no idea how he knows what a Doctor does as its been over a year since he's seen one. (Does that make me a bad parent that I forgot the yearly check-up this year?)

Around dinner time today, our neighbor and dear friend E showed up for a little visit. In between swapping Thanksgiving stories and entertaining a certain 3yr old, an interesting incident occurred. The Child and E were playing around, tickling, etc (she is one of his favorite babysitters) when he announced that she needed to lay down. He was going to do Doctor.

She played along, and I watched with some amusement to see what he actually thought that was.

(I find imaginary play very fascinating. Its like a window into the brain of my child, a small snippet where I can actually understand how he sees the world).

So after listening to her heart, tummy and leg. His diagnosis was that she was sick and not feeling very well. We thought it was cute and she removed herself from the 'table' floor and we continued on with our conversations.

Next thing we know, The Child is mumbling something about being a very bad Doctor. He walks over with his pretend pager (yah, he has a play doctors kit. Really, we're just thinking about our own retirement. Someone has to support us). She asks if its his pager and he says yes. She says "Paging Dr. Child" in her best nurse voice and he responds....

"No. Paging Doctor Dangerous"