Dove strolled into the living room the other night with her toy doctor kit and decided that Sunflower and I appeared gravely ill. I fake-coughed like a pro, and Sunflower followed suit, practically hacking up a lung.
After listening to my heart with her stethoscope and confirming that I do have a “heart beep”, Dove handed me the little bottle of pretend medicine and instructed me to take some. I tipped it back, pretended to swallow, and told her, “Wow, I feel better already, Doc. You rock.”
Dove nodded as if to say “Yes, I know”, then turned her medical attention to Sunflower, who was practically giving herself a real sore throat by fake-coughing. Dove held the stethoscope to Sunflower’s heart and leaned back as if mystified.
“Why don’t you try giving her the same medicine you gave me?” I suggested.
When that didn’t work, and Sunflower was still pretending to cough, I said, “Maybe she needs a shot.”
Dove sighed and shook her head. “No…I need to cut her open.”
That stopped Sunflower’s cough dead in its tracks. Remind me, if Dove ever acquires a medical degree, to never, ever make an appointment with her office!