I'm not feeling ill, but Stephanie (age 3) has decided that I'm very sick.
She just came into my office, announcing "I am a doctor. You're not feeling well. I bring you some cake!", and handing me a plastic plate and knife from her kitchen toy collection. I mimed eating it, thanked her, and told her that now I felt better.
Stephanie exits, exulting. "You feel better. I am a doctor! I am the greatest doctor ever!"
Do I deserve this sweetness? No, I do not. I am so thankful.
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