"I wanna get shots."
"I think you'll get some tomorrow."
"I wanna do it right now!"
The next day when we were called back to the office, Bethelle followed the nurse down the hall, stumbing, as she was trying to pull her pant leg up as she walked. When we got in the room, she sat right down, pulled those pants up, and pointed right at the spot on her thigh where she wanted the shot. The nurse tried to distract her before the poke, but she wouldn't have it. She watched the needle go right in and then laughed. The nurse laughed too. She asked her if she was going to be a doctor. Now whenever she bumps or scrapes, we ask "Dr. Bethelle" what we should do.
Last night at bedtime, Bethelle went into the bathroom with Nick to get her toothbrush and toothpaste. Instead of her own, she picked up mine. Nick told her she needed to use her own.
"But I want to use Mommy's."
"Why do you want Mommy's toothbrush?"
"Because I love it."
Love is a strange thing. How do you argue with that?
1 comment:
so cute! She sounds like a very entertaining little girl! Aren't kids the greatest? Sara xx
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