Tonight at bedtime I read stories to Jeffrey while Brian read stories to William. (Eleanor was already down in bed with the flu.) For some reason, William was not keen on the idea of stories from Brian tonight, and kicked up a great big noisy fuss.
Jeffrey, on hearing the various screams coming from William’s room, simply shook his head.
“You know what? Daddy should have been a dentist instead of a doctor.”
Oh? Why was that?
“If he was a dentist, then he would be able to help Wimmy with his screaming.”
Pressed for details, Jeffrey furrowed his brow in concentration, and tried to explain. “Daddy should be a dentist because the screams are coming from William’s mouth.”
Well. That’s simply logic, that is. If only I had known before now that a toddler’s screams could be mollified by a dentist!
“Yeah, Daddy should have gone down the dentist trail instead of the doctor trail,” he concluded with the kind of sage nod of the head that is wonderfully hilarious on a person wearing Spider Man pajamas.