"You need a band-aid", Dr. Ollie said as he placed a smiley face sticker on my cheek.
He continued, "Time for your teck-up".
He looked in my ears. Then he had me open my mouth as wide as possible. All was well with my 'teck-up' until the very end.
"You need a sot!", Dr. Ollie exclaimed.
"Do I get it in my arm or leg?" I asked.
He picked up his imaginary syringe and gave me my shot right in the sternum. His Mama got the same exam and it ended up with the same result. By the end we had several band-aids on our face and both were ill enough to have shots. Maybe some day we'll be well enough to take care of Dr. Ollie and his sister. He prescribed a few extra hugs from him and his sister to make us feel better. We should be cured in 18 years or until the hugs wear out.
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