Dr. Emma

Recently Emma was sick, and one night while going to bed she had this discussion with Daddy, regarding some very interesting ideas she has about healthcare practices:

E: My tummy doesn't feel good.
D: It doesn't? I'm sorry. Let's get to bed and you'll feel better in the morning.
E: Maybe you could cut out my tummy & take the hurt out, and then put my tummy back.
D: Well how would I put it back?
E: With tape. And then in the morning, I would be all better!
D: I don't think that'll work.

*sidenote - this was all taking place on the potty*

E: Hmm. Well then, maybe Jesus could do it.
D: Really? Do you wanna ask him to help your tummy feel better?
E: Yeah, maybe he could take my tummy out & take out the hurt, and then put it back. Let's say a prayer (folds arms - still going potty - and prays): "Dear Hellavy Fava (that's how she says it), Thank you for a wonderful day. [that's her standard beginning]. Please cut out my tummy, and take out all the hurt, and then put my tummy back so I can feel better. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

Huh, why didn't we think of that?