My hubby gave me a scare last night. His blood pressure sky-rocketed and his face got all blotchy. We called his mother, who is a retired nurse, and like every other nurse on the friggin planet, she said we needed to go to the ER. C'mon! Where's the sage advice? Where's the do-this-so-you-don't-have-to-pay-out-the-ummm-nose help?
Bella, being the concerned intern that she is, patted her daddy sweetly and told him he'd be okay after checking him out.
When he started feeling better, I made him swear to go to the doctor for a check-up. Being a man, he said he was fine and didn't need a stinkin doctor. I growled and gave him The Look.
Then Bella asked if he had to go to the doctor.
He looked at me, defeated, and mumbled something resembling a "yes".
Bella's eyes lit up, she started clapping excitedly and exclaimed, "YAY! Daddy hasa go to tha dawtor!"
She's the only person who really seems to appreciate our healthcare system.