A Conversation with my Two Year Old, James. Well, he is babbling and I try to decipher it as best as I can...
Me: What are you doing, buddy?
James: I'm building something out of Legos...
Me: That's cool...What are you making?
James: A heart...
Me: Awww! That's sweet! Who are you making it for? Mommy?
James: No. For Clifford.
Me: Your stuffed animal, Clifford the Big Red Dog?
James: Yep. You see, Clifford's large size has caused his enlarged heart to wear out at an early age. I am creating a new artificial heart that, with proper and routine maintenance, will actually last longer than the average dog's heart.
Me: Wow! That's impressive...Wait, where did get the steak knife?
James: It's a scalpel...And how did you think I wad going to complete a successful transplant? Now, I am making a four inch horizontal incision along the sternum ...
Me: I don't think you should be doing this...
James: Quiet in my OR! If you distract me, we could lose him!
Me: I'm sorry, I just think you might be playing-
James: BP is dropping! We're losing stuffing! Get me some cotton, stat! ...You will not die on me today, Clifford! Do you hear me? Don't you dare die on me!
Me: James, you're making a mess! There's stuffing everywhere!
James: I'm almost there...Got it!...Vital signs are levelling off...Back to normal...Welcome back, Clifford...
Me: I knew this day would come, but I had thought it was something else to play "doctor."
James: Doctor? Surgeon, please...Now, close him up. I've got a 3:15 tee time to get to...
Me: I think you've watched too much "Grey's Anatomy" with your mother...
Me: What are you doing, buddy?
James: I'm building something out of Legos...
Me: That's cool...What are you making?
James: A heart...
Me: Awww! That's sweet! Who are you making it for? Mommy?
James: No. For Clifford.
Me: Your stuffed animal, Clifford the Big Red Dog?
James: Yep. You see, Clifford's large size has caused his enlarged heart to wear out at an early age. I am creating a new artificial heart that, with proper and routine maintenance, will actually last longer than the average dog's heart.
Me: Wow! That's impressive...Wait, where did get the steak knife?
James: It's a scalpel...And how did you think I wad going to complete a successful transplant? Now, I am making a four inch horizontal incision along the sternum ...
Me: I don't think you should be doing this...
James: Quiet in my OR! If you distract me, we could lose him!
Me: I'm sorry, I just think you might be playing-
James: BP is dropping! We're losing stuffing! Get me some cotton, stat! ...You will not die on me today, Clifford! Do you hear me? Don't you dare die on me!
Me: James, you're making a mess! There's stuffing everywhere!
James: I'm almost there...Got it!...Vital signs are levelling off...Back to normal...Welcome back, Clifford...
Me: I knew this day would come, but I had thought it was something else to play "doctor."
James: Doctor? Surgeon, please...Now, close him up. I've got a 3:15 tee time to get to...
Me: I think you've watched too much "Grey's Anatomy" with your mother...
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