No Stitches

Caleb has a doctor’s appointment today with Dr. Emery; his plastic surgeon. So I asked him, “Caleb, do you want to go to the doctor this afternoon?”

He replied, “But I don’t have any stitches” as he pointed to the spot on his forehead where he got stitches before. Twice.

I said, “No, not that doctor. This doctor is going to look at your mouth. And he might even take a picture of you.”

Caleb goes, “He’s not taking his picture with me.”

I said, “No, not with you. Of you.”

And Caleb just walked off mumbling something about no pictures.

He cracks me up. He is a little too smart for his own good.

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