When returning to the house from visiting the mailbox, I was greeted at the door by my 5 year old.
“Welcome to Handsome Man Hospital!! May I take you on a tour?”
“Why, yes!” I exclaimed as we entered the building.
“Here is the check-up table. We look at you here to see if you are healthy. I don’t know why there is a timer here.”
“Next is the x-ray room. Follow me!”
“Here is the x-ray machine. If you are big we put you up here. If you are small you go down there.”
“Oh. That’s good.”
“BBbbbbbrrrriiinnnggggg!!! That’s my phone.”
“Yes? What’s the problem?
“My baby is sick!” yelled Sweet Cheeks from waaaaayy down the hall.
“Well, we’re closing. Sorry!”