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A couple of weeks ago at the dinner table, seven-year-old Tess was talking about Dr. Steele, her beloved eye doctor. Dr. Steele is one of the world's leading pediatric ophthalmic surgeons; he's done Tess's two surgeries, and she has seen him regularly since she was about two years old. He's handsome, kind, and has a fabulously high-tech Manhattan office.
Our twice-yearly visits to him usually follow this agenda: a) a movie in the car (we only use the DVD player on trips of an hour or longer); b) Tess's choice of candy from the newsstand down the street from the office; c) seeing the good doctor himself; d) getting a beany baby-like toy from his special drawer as a souvenir; e) lunch at Dallas BBQ across the street afterward; and f) a quick trip to the American Museum of Natural History on the way home. Tess loves everything about Dr. Steele (and our elaborate visiting ritual); she plans to become an eye doctor precisely so that she can join his practice in about twenty years.
Anyway, Tess was chattering about her next visit to Dr. Steele, how glad she is that he is her doctor, and how she couldn't wait to see him again, etc.
Four-year-old Daniel, clearly not wanting to be outdone, said, "I have a doctor, too."
We all looked at him; this was news to the entire family.
Daniel smiled and declared with perfect confidence, "His name is Dr. Seuss."
Our twice-yearly visits to him usually follow this agenda: a) a movie in the car (we only use the DVD player on trips of an hour or longer); b) Tess's choice of candy from the newsstand down the street from the office; c) seeing the good doctor himself; d) getting a beany baby-like toy from his special drawer as a souvenir; e) lunch at Dallas BBQ across the street afterward; and f) a quick trip to the American Museum of Natural History on the way home. Tess loves everything about Dr. Steele (and our elaborate visiting ritual); she plans to become an eye doctor precisely so that she can join his practice in about twenty years.
Anyway, Tess was chattering about her next visit to Dr. Steele, how glad she is that he is her doctor, and how she couldn't wait to see him again, etc.
Four-year-old Daniel, clearly not wanting to be outdone, said, "I have a doctor, too."
We all looked at him; this was news to the entire family.
Daniel smiled and declared with perfect confidence, "His name is Dr. Seuss."
18 comments:
hey, that's my doctor! Good for what ails you.
And anytime you want to take me to an eye doctor appointment, I'm all over it!
hehehe
Keyyy-ute! And, love your new blog look!
Brilliant.
How can Daniel be big enough to be so smart and witty? He's a baby, remember?!
Love that witty child! Dr. Seuss should be everyone's psychiatrist. We'd all be a little bit loopier, but probably happier too.
Bless children and their sweet, pointy heads.
And isn't Dr. Seuss really the best kind? ;) Love the new look!
It's evident you're a doting mother. I've often thought how tough-skinned you'd need to be in order to practice pediatrics. I think anyone in the medical field is cut from a different mold. And that goes for Daniel's Dr. Seuss too! ;~)
(Thanks for stopping by my blog. I'm not sure about your question though. You asked where "they" came from. Do you meant those "pink chickens?")
That is so cute. I love it when they come up with things like that.
I agree with Daniel - he's my doctor, too. ;-)
When is the next Dr. Steele visit? Mom lives across the street from the AMNH.
I need to write you, and thanks again for your words of advice that day. ;-)
Hahaha. Dr. Steele sounds fantastic. Dr. Seuss is the ONLY doctor that could compete with him!
Standing ovation, all the way from Australia ......
HAHAAA I love Dr Seuss! And I love Dallas BBQ. What a fun place to have lunch!
Ah and what better Doctor for a four year old to learn the rules of life...I had his doctor, too...bravo!
Congrats on the Post of the Day mention at David's
Sandi
That response is priceless.
Out of the mouths of babes, right?
This one made me laugh out loud. I love a good eye Dr. and Dr. Seuss rocks the house!