Anyway, I'm feeling better now, and I'm glad because I don't want to see the doctor ever again! The guy has a deep voice and the last time he checked me out I peed all over the table. I know he's just trying to help, but I'd rather mom push on my belly and check inside my mouth. The doctor asked mom if I go to a nursery school, which I don't. Mom failed to mention to the doctor that I ate a mouth full of dirt, in order to avoid being rightfully judged. Mom and dad also had a stomach bug last week, so I bet it was their fault!
I'm much better now, and mom is now neurotically reading about ever childhood illness ever discovered. The crazy train will be here to pick her up at the end of the week.
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