After Madelyn finished her homework today, the girls were playing hospital. A sampling of their playing (mostly attributed to Madelyn):
"Aly, you're in the hospital because you have a really bad cold."
Alyson was tired of being the patient, so she told Madelyn, "My turn! You sick." Madelyn didn't let that last long.
Next thing I know, Alyson "has a sprained ankle" and Madelyn is actually carrying Alyson around the house by hugging her under the arms and lifting her up to take her to the hospital.
Then, I hear Madelyn tell Alyson, "I need to go talk to the hospitalist to find out what's wrong with your ankle." Not too many five-year-olds know that there even is such a thing as a hospitalist.
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