Dr. Zoe

I was wearing a T-Shirt stamped with cat heads. You looked at it and asked if i was going to the hospital. I couldn't see the connection at first, but then I remembered that the only other time I wore that shirt was when I went for my last surgery. It was almost a month a go. I can't believe you remembered this detail.

Lately, you've been playing the doctor, referring to yourself as Dr. Tony, the pediatric orthopedist that looked at your cute little feet and gave you a lolly pop. You liked him before we went to his office, thinking his name was Dr. Pony! When you two met, you pointed at yourself and said "I'm a doctor." So I bought you a doctor's bag.

Yesterday, you decided we needed to go to the hospital, and do surgery on my nose. As you led me to the "hospital" you said "I'm not a bad doctor, I'm just small." It takes a lot observation, thought, and awareness to know that a doctor should be older, and that a patient would be nervous if he/she is not, and that reassurance is needed. You always surprise me with your intelligence.

You told me that the surgery is not going to hurt, and operated on me using all your tools.

"Am I ok,Dr.?"
"Not yet."

Then suddenly you declared I was a donkey and started riding on my belly.

Love,
Mommy