Little miss doctor
I cough for some days now. If someone asks me what I do these days, this is what I do: I cough.
I cough so much I annoy her. I disturb her play, her sleep, her storytelling, everything she does. This evening she took out her little flashlight and came to see how sick I really am. With the most serious face, one of a real doctor, she asked me to open my mouth.
-Lean your head backwards and open your mouth! Aha, you have something in there, is clear now! From there is all of that coughing.
-Don’t talk, you will cough again! Ok, now you can close your mouth.
She turns her back and put the flashlight away. And then she whispers something, more like for herself:
-Maybe it was better to go see a doctor about this cough. But you will be alright, you’ll see!
-Should I take something?
-For the cough. Should I take something to get better?
-Yes, you can take something. She turns to me and says:
-In my medicine cabinet there is Vitamin C, if you take a teaspoon, it will go away, you will see.
So I go to her cabinet, what else can I do? If the doctor said so…