I'm a doctor!

I don't usually have my stethoscope lying around, but it was this afternoon, which caught Cole's attention. He picked it up, announced he was a doctor, and headed off to find his first patient. Daddy was the first person, but fortunately only needed to have his lungs listened to. I was the second, but only needed my heart listened to. Liam is the unfortunate last patient. Liam's pants are now down around his ankles and he's gotten a dozen or more "shots". I don't know what happened to the stethoscope.

Liam doesn't seem to be minding, which is good, since he told me not 5 minutes ago, "I don't like doctors anymore." When I asked why, he said it was because doctors give you shots. "Actually, that's not true," I said. "Who gives you shots?" "Nurses!" he said, but he apparently doesn't dislike them. He thinks Nurse Carol is great, even drawing her a picture for her birthday last week and giving her many hugs. Nurse Renee also did a great job this year with the flu shots. I think it erased the trauma from the kindergarten shots (5!) last month.