Carter has gone with me to the doctor the last few times and likes to talk about my dr, the baby's dr. and how he use his doctor when he was in my belly.
The other night, Stephen and I were on the couch and Carter marches in with his construction hard hat on his head and his doctor's kit in hand and says, "Mama, your sick and I'm Dr. Singleton." He proceeds to take my temperature. I ask how much fever I have and he promptly and matter-of-factly states as he is reading the thermometer, "two-o-clock."
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