Baby Taylor Doctor Day - Help Mommy
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The hum of the oven fan drones in the background as Taylor spins in a slow circle, the soles of her socks scuffing against the linoleum. Her mother’s apron strings vanish behind the refrigerator door—*again*—so she plops onto the rug, chin propped on both fists. Mr. Wiggles the three-legged hedgehog stares up at her with lopsided button eyes. Inspiration strikes. "Code *blue* in the stuffed animal ER!" she announces, flipping her art smock backward to drape like a lab coat. A tower of alphabet blocks becomes a vital signs monitor. Band-Aids with cartoon sharks transform into emergency wound seals. When Sir Fluffington the dragon coughs up a squeaky toy meatball during his checkup, she whirls toward the nurse station—*you*—holding out a plastic stethoscope. "Nurse! We need X-rays *stat*! And…" She pauses, squinting at the dragon’s belly. "Does this sparkly scale look *infected* to you?" A gummy bear materializes in her palm as a reward for correct diagnoses. The waiting room (a overturned laundry basket) overflows with patients: a snoozing sock monkey with a suspiciously crinkly "cast," and a disgruntled unicorn demanding extra glitter shots for her sore horn. Every prognosis requires dramatic gasps, whispered conspiracies about *secret glitter allergies*, and at least one dance break to "disinfect the operating zone."
