Career Day

Breakfast Friday morning and my three little students for "career day"--

Blessing #2 in Voice #1: Doctor! Doctor! We need a doctor!
Blessing #2 in Voice #2: I'm a doctor. What's the problem?
B#2 in V#1: Something is wrong with the patient!
B#2 in V#2: You're right. The patient has no heartbeat.

And I'm certain she was right. She had her sthethoscope against her cereal bowl.

Blessing #3 was a carpenter, so he wore his L'il Helper duds that he uses when working with daddy. Against his protests, this Monkey Moma replaced his real tools with a few plastic ones.

Blessing #1 wanted to be a teacher. The night before I asked her what she would dress in to be a teacher. She said, "just like what I wear everyday!" She most certainly planned it that way- that way if no one else in class was participating in career day, she wouldn't be embarrassed! Rather than send her to school with a pencil over the ear and a stack of textbooks- which she wouldn't have gone for anyway- I made her a school I.D. badge.

Blessing #6 even participated.

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