Thursday afternoon Emilie and I are relaxing over a hearty lunch, and I enter into my usual barrage of "how was your day today" questions about preschool. Everything was it's usual wonderful self, praise be. At the end of the conversation, Emilie tells me, "Dr. Spratt was there at the end of school today." (Our family doctor is married to one of Emilie's preschool teachers.)
"He was?" I replied. "Did you say 'Hi' to him?"
"No," came her answer. Then after a beat, "But he's nice. I really need to stop screaming at him at the doctor's office."
Three days later, and I'm still chuckling over that one.
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I'm chuckling, too!
ReplyDeleteThat is hilarious.
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