Going to the doctor’s office is just not difficult enough as a solo operation.  Trying to deal with serious medical trauma is not for the faint of heart.  I feel like you should have a busy little girl that has thrown her toys all around the room including (but not limited to: Leappad, Scout, and Minnie Mouse).  Maybe she could fling her shoes off and discard them in random places.  Perhaps, she could then stand barefoot on the table like some sort of tiny, authoritative and in-charge person.   What would really be helpful is if she could commandeer the phone in the lobby.  Of course, this would all only work if Hubband could be there looking crazy disheveled.

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