"Mommy, I want to be a doctor when I grow up!" announced Tiffany
(getting her doctor kit together)
"Daddy, I'm a doctor and its time for your check-up."
(pretend coughing)
(check-up begins)
"Well Daddy, you look just fine. I have to go now."
"But I'm still sick!"
"I'm sorry, I have to go."
"But your a doctor so can you make me better."
She pats him gently, "Sorry, I have to go now."
So much for that bedside manner. See you later, Dr. Tiffany!
