When I grow up... (according to a 2 year old)

My mother and sister-in law are visiting us for the week… so I had a first-time opportunity to bring Little E to a doctor’s appointment all by ourselves. For a while Little E kept asking about big brother, but soon realizing that I was the only one there, we started playing and talking together sans interruption!

Here’s some of what ensued:

Pointing to the trucks we are playing with “This not our truck. This the doctor’s truck. Our truck’s at home. I like the doctor’s truck.”

Pointing to the TV that is playing only news and infomercials “That the doctor’s movie. Our movie’s at home. You like the doctor’s movie Mommy?”

Sitting up on the big soft chair in the waiting room “This the doctor’s chair. Me love this chair. Me take this chair home?”

After being escorted from the big waiting room to the little waiting room and discovering there are more trucks waiting for us here “This more doctor’s trucks? Our trucks at home. Me love THESE trucks Mommy.”

After I informed him that the roly chair is for the doctor and not for us to play on, “That the doctor’s chair. Me LOVE the doctor’s chair. That the doctor’s phone too? When I grow up I be a doctor.”

At this statement the doctor walked in and sat on the roly chair. Little E was elated. I informed our doctor of his recent statements. This kind man then informed Little E that if you want to have a nice phone with lots of lines to talk to lots of people and a nice roly chair you had to be an ENT (ear nose throat specialist). Only ENT’s get the special roly chairs. To this Little E copied the doctor’s gestures and replied, “When I grow up I be ENT doctor.”