Delaney stayed home from school one day last week because she had an odd-sounding cough and a very high overnight fever. She acted OK when she woke up, but we didn’t think it was a great idea to infect the rest of her class with whatever random winter illness she had. Also, she actually said that she wanted to go see the doctor. How can you argue with that?

So, I stayed home with her and we had a pretty lazy day around the house. After nap, we all loaded into the car to go see Dr. Reger. End result, she had a virus that should go away in a few days. She even told me that she felt better after we got back in the car in the doctor’s office parking lot. Apparently just seeing the doctor is a miracle cure of some sort.

Delaney really likes Dr. Reger for some reason. Without prompting, she told us that she wanted to be a doctor when she grew up. Over dinner, she broke the news to her sister:

Me: Tell your sister what you’re going to be when you grow up.

Delaney: I gonna be a doctor.

Mackenzie: Are you going to still be sucking on that [pacifier] when you’re a doctor?

Delaney: Yeah! NUKKIE DOCTOR!

I may be mistaken, but isn’t Dr. Ruth a nukkie doctor?