Doctor In The House
Having received a Doctors kit for Christmas from a beloved Godparent the Munchkin I fear now has Munchausen’s Syndrome.
Suddenly obsessed with all things medical there is endless talk of doctors and hospitals. Examining every visitor over the festive period, she now demands a twice daily once over, asking politely each time if she should go to hospital “yes ?”.
Plasters and bandages are also important to her. Yesterday I caught her attempting to wrap a very angry cat in crepe bandage “just in case”. She demands that her knees are dressed with Savalon and plastered each night before bed, despite not having a scratch on her. When attempting to suggest that perhaps it wasn’t necessary I was met with the roth of a two year old in full tantrum mode. Hand me the plasters I requested.
These aren’t just any plaster let me tell you. These are the extra special sticky bandages embossed with her favourite CBeebies characters Master Charlie and Miss Lola. Delivered lovingly by Santa to help ease the pain and upset of the odd graze, little did he know that his gift wouldn’t last a fortnight.
Fortunately Mummy’s on hand with her trusty iMac to help ship another batch in. And another. And another.
