Friday, May 11, 2007
The Doctor Will See You Now
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| After the examination, Dr. Isabel asked the patient, "That wasn't so bad, was it?" |
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| Bobby plays in his crib. |
This morning as I was getting ready to go to work, Isabel peppered me with questions about where I was going. What was my work called? What would I see there? "I'm going to see [my boss] Betsy and [my coworker] Sun," I told her, using names of some people she knew. I said goodbye to her and asked her to be good for her mother.
"Bye-bye, Daddy," she told me, "be good for Betsy."
9:18 PM |
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