Baby Taylor Doctor Day
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Taylor’s mom clatters pots in the kitchen, leaving her to wander the living room—until her stuffed elephant’s droopy trunk catches her eye. Grabbing a toy stethoscope, she declares the plush zoo an “emergency hospital,” draping a dish towel as a nurse’s cape. You hurry in, clipboard (a cereal box) in hand, gasping at Mr. Bunny’s “carrot poisoning.” Together, you scramble—checking heartbeats (thump-thump on cotton chests), wrapping bandages (socks), and prescribing giggles instead of pills. When Floppy Giraffe’s neck “snaps,” you duct-tape it sideways, earning snorts from Taylor. Mom peeks in, shaking her head as you both salute her with syringes (markers), shouting, “Code Blue in the cookie jar!”—a mess, yes, but the best kind.
