Call Me Doctor Mom

I opened up our nightly homework folder.  My first grader Cody usually has some worksheets on the "Keep At Home" side.  This time I was sort of impressed with how colorful his pictures have become.  He doesn't usually take his time and add much detail.  He leaves that for Jack.  With Cody, everything is a giant race... even if he half-asses it gives it his best, in his book he wins!

So behind this lovely piece of artwork I find out that I am... a Doctor.  Yes.  A doctor & I am married to a cop!  When I read it out-loud Cody immediately runs off and hides.  Telling me, oh wait I forgot you don't do anything.  Gee thanks.  I liked the doctor title better.  And as for dad being a cop, well I didn't know what he did for work so I just wrote cop.   



                                    Hump.  You think his teacher now honestly believes this?

I explained to Cody that I do make them feel better, fix boo-boos & remove slivers with pins!  So I guess I am like a doctor.  You can just call me Doctor Mom.  While Dad does "police" the kids so he is like a cop. Right?

Well Jack just hit the top of his head on our overhanging sink.  Ice Stat. I am off to be Doctor Mom.
*Disclaimer:     For those who are about to call social services I have already taken care of my child back at sentence #2.  Then continued to write this after calming him & putting ice on his boo-boo.*