We went to the Children's Museum today and my son (5) played doctor. Placing the stethoscope on my chest, he looked at me gravely.
It's not good.He said with some concern.
Why? What is wrong?I asked, trying to also show concern rather than bemusement.
You have a bad case of diagnosis.And that was it. My Dr. then had to leave because, as he explained, he had to go be in a car accident. (That is because of the recording over at the police station, where he wanted to go play next.)