A Doctor In The Making
Most people don’t know what to be when they grow up.
I’m three years old and I know what I want to do.
It’s something I’ve known since my very first checkup.
My Mommy’s a nurse and I want to be one, too.
In the middle of the night, my tummy was hurt,
So I went to my Mommy’s side of the bed.
I grabbed her sethopope and put it under my shirt.
Yep, I was right. I knew it all along in my head.
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