Adam has been fighting a virus for the past several days, and after a fever spike yesterday morning, we visited the pediatrican. Later yesterday afternoon when we were snuggling on the sofa reading a Thomas story for the thousandth time, Adam asked, "Are we going to go anywhere today?"
"No, sweetie," I answered, "we're going to hang out at home today since you're not feeling very well."
"Oh. Can we go back to the doctor's office? They have fishies there. And lollipops." Good point, son.
"No, baby, we're going to stay here. Do you like your doctor? Do you want to be a doctor when you grow up?"
"Yes! I want to be a doctor!"
One minute later...
"Actually, mommy, I want to be a dog."
