After a few days of waking to a less than comfortable feeling in my throat, I decided to take a trip to the dreaded walk-in clinic at our doctor's office. And since Aurelia had been having some bedtime woes that are usually indicative of an ear infection, we set out to see her pediatrician in the afternoon. The following are some of her announcements of the day.
To an elderly woman sitting behind us: My mommy sick. She not feeling well. She got a fwog in her fwoat. Dey gonna take it out.
To the doctor with gorgeous blue eyes looking in my ears: How many elephants are in dere?
To the receptionist on our way out: She all better. Dey got da fwog out her froat.
To the sweet older man who returned our valet parked car to us in the pouring rain: (defiant stance and clearly indignant about the valet process) Why you take my twuck?! DAT MY TWUCK!!!
This very same child pulled off a very convincing portrayal of a shy, demure, tiny lunged sweet elf while the nurse practitioner was looking her over. I almost bought it until the second the others left the room. She turned to me, her eyebrows shot up to her hairline and with that smirk she and her brother are so good at she asked, "She see dat fwog?"
5 years ago
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