Camryn tripped on the rug in the laundry room on the way out the door this morning and reinjured a recently twisted ankle. She insisted that she could make it at school today, but called me around noon describing the ankle as brown and purple and very swollen. I picked her up soon after the call, but the doctor couldn't see her until 3:15 pm.
So all four kids and I went to the doctor's office. Picture it: Four children, small exam room, two chairs. Not a formula for harmony.
Given that she was the patient, Camryn took over the exam table. I put Lillian (with her crayons and coloring book) on the table next to Camryn. I took a chair, Aiden took a chair, and I told Quinn to sit on the doctor's rolling stool for the time being.
Quinn, who still has a hard time saying the letter R, settled himself onto his special seat, and after a few minutes he looked at Camryn and said, in his most medically professional voice:
"Camwyn, I'm afwaid you ah going to need some seawious suhguhwy."
Translated?
"Camryn, I'm afraid you're going to need some serious surgery."
I think I'm going to go buy Quinn an MCAT for Dummies book and let him start studying right now. He was vewwy convincing.
We just need to work on those Rs.
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