Doctor Aden
Aden: Let's play doctor. (hands me some coins) Here, you'll need these.
He grabs his play doctor kit and pulls a chair up to the bed. I lay down.
Aden: Hi, welcome to the doctor.
Mama: Thank you.
Aden: You need to pay me first.
I hand him the coins.
Aden: Well that's not enough. You can give me more later.
One five-year-old well versed in American healthcare.
Aden: So why are you at the doctor?
Mama: My foot is itchy and it just won't stop itching.
Aden: Oh, OK. Well let's do this stuff first, then I'll look at your foot.
Checks my reflexes, peers into my ears, eyes, nose, and mouth.
Aden: How does that hangy ball thing move?
Mama: It just does sometimes.
Aden: That's funny. Now, what was wrong with you?
Mama: My foot is itchy.
Aden: Oh yeah. Does it hurt right here? (points to my knee)
Mama: No.
Aden: Here? (points to my shin)
Mama: No, my foot. See the toes? Right around there.
Aden: (looking closely at the foot) Oh. Hmm. Let me look in my bag because I have a special appointment that may help.
He means 'ointment'.
Aden: Yes, here's the appointment. You have to do this with your finger and it comes out of here and goes on your foot. (applies the appointment) There we go. Now I'll just rub it all over. How does that feel?
Mama: That's nice. My foot isn't itchy anymore.
Aden: We need to take your temperature.
Rubs the thermometer all over my face and then looks closely at it.
Aden: Well it says here that your face and your belly are good, but your legs are warm and your foot is very hot.
Mama: I have a fever in my foot?
Aden: Yes, but that's OK, I used to be an artist.
I bust out laughing. No clue.
Aden: Stop laughing! This is serious! It's time for your shot.
Mama: No! Why? My foot doesn't itch anymore!
Aden: You. Have. A fever.
Mama: But I don't want a shot. It will hurt.
Aden: No it won't, I have a trick. Look over there. I'm going to ask you three questions.
I look away and he grabs his syringe.
Aden: Do you like playing softball?
Mama: Yes.
Aden: Do you like cleaning the kitchen?
Mama: Not really.
Aden: Do you really love Trey?
Mama: Yes.
Aden: All done with the shot! See, it didn't hurt because you were talking!
Mama: You're right, that was very clever.
Aden: Oops, I forgot this thing to check your heart. You put it on me and then find your heartbeat.
I put the stethoscope on him and place the round part on my chest. He listens closely.
Aden: It's not doing anything.
Mama: You mean my heart's not beating?
Aden: No.
Mama: Am I even alive?
Aden: I don't know, but can you fix me some dinner?
He grabs his play doctor kit and pulls a chair up to the bed. I lay down.
Aden: Hi, welcome to the doctor.
Mama: Thank you.
Aden: You need to pay me first.
I hand him the coins.
Aden: Well that's not enough. You can give me more later.
One five-year-old well versed in American healthcare.
Aden: So why are you at the doctor?
Mama: My foot is itchy and it just won't stop itching.
Aden: Oh, OK. Well let's do this stuff first, then I'll look at your foot.
Checks my reflexes, peers into my ears, eyes, nose, and mouth.
Aden: How does that hangy ball thing move?
Mama: It just does sometimes.
Aden: That's funny. Now, what was wrong with you?
Mama: My foot is itchy.
Aden: Oh yeah. Does it hurt right here? (points to my knee)
Mama: No.
Aden: Here? (points to my shin)
Mama: No, my foot. See the toes? Right around there.
Aden: (looking closely at the foot) Oh. Hmm. Let me look in my bag because I have a special appointment that may help.
He means 'ointment'.
Aden: Yes, here's the appointment. You have to do this with your finger and it comes out of here and goes on your foot. (applies the appointment) There we go. Now I'll just rub it all over. How does that feel?
Mama: That's nice. My foot isn't itchy anymore.
Aden: We need to take your temperature.
Rubs the thermometer all over my face and then looks closely at it.
Aden: Well it says here that your face and your belly are good, but your legs are warm and your foot is very hot.
Mama: I have a fever in my foot?
Aden: Yes, but that's OK, I used to be an artist.
I bust out laughing. No clue.
Aden: Stop laughing! This is serious! It's time for your shot.
Mama: No! Why? My foot doesn't itch anymore!
Aden: You. Have. A fever.
Mama: But I don't want a shot. It will hurt.
Aden: No it won't, I have a trick. Look over there. I'm going to ask you three questions.
I look away and he grabs his syringe.
Aden: Do you like playing softball?
Mama: Yes.
Aden: Do you like cleaning the kitchen?
Mama: Not really.
Aden: Do you really love Trey?
Mama: Yes.
Aden: All done with the shot! See, it didn't hurt because you were talking!
Mama: You're right, that was very clever.
Aden: Oops, I forgot this thing to check your heart. You put it on me and then find your heartbeat.
I put the stethoscope on him and place the round part on my chest. He listens closely.
Aden: It's not doing anything.
Mama: You mean my heart's not beating?
Aden: No.
Mama: Am I even alive?
Aden: I don't know, but can you fix me some dinner?
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