I was in the ER last night because I was a clutz and thought I broke my foot -- it's sprained -- but they had to take x-rays and my DD kept asking if she could see them. They gave me a splint and were going to discharge me when the tech realized the supervising doc hadn't seen me. All this time my DD is asking about the xrays and can she see them. The doc comes in, checks my foot and says I'm good to go. And my DD asks to see the X-rays. The doc says sure and takes her down to see the xrays. She was so excited to see my bones and that they were all okay.
And for Christmas, she'd already asked for a put together skelton and human body model -- the ones the book stores sell --
my DD the doctor???
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My DD asked me one night if she could sleep in my bed, because she will play in her room and she won't play in my room, because it's too mommyish.
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I love it when my DD opens the refridgerator and the cupboards after school looking for something to eat, only to come and tell me there is nothing to eat, and we need to go to the store to get groceries.
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"But mom, I can't have any Halloween candy, it's bad for me. Can I have an apple instead?"
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"But I don't want to read. It's too hard."
(told to my brother and me, and in the 40 minute reading period, she read half of an American Chiller)
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