Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Playtime Conversation

Elizabeth's friend (the doctor) asked if I would carry Elizabeth (the patient) from my bedroom to her bedroom. Elizabeth was lying on my bed with her eyes closed, carefully wrapped in Ace bandages and trying to suppress a grin.

"Oh, no, Doctor," I said. "Is she okay?"

"Oh, yes. She's fine," said the doctor.

"Is she sleeping?" I asked.

"Oh, no," replied the doctor. "She's dead."

Yet another reason not to give 5-year-olds medical degrees.

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